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A Life of Regret

Everything is great.

It was the best of times.

Everything is horrible.

It was the worst of times.

I am large. I contain multitudes.

#YOLO… 599 more words

Love of The Night Prayer

The people of the past would cry on their deathbed and when asked why, they would say we will miss the long winter nights of long qiyaam.



Taking better care of your body and running with a better crowd or associating with better humans are perhaps the two most important regrets which a human can have. 119 more words

Common Sense


Light blue, firmly pressed, cotton-drenched. Sheets.

The light: fluorescent, pouring down closed blinds, anxiously stopping the world from creeping in again.
I’m the only one. The only one here to hear him whisper The End in two final words,”Live ironically.” And maybe it was The Price is Right on TV, or too much coffee cake on a Saturday morning, but I became willing to take a gamble at what grandpa’s nonsense could clearly mean. 161 more words


You start dying at twenty.
Somewhere in your twentieth year, you begin to decline. You don’t notice it. Maybe late in your twenty-second year you notice that you’re not sleeping as late as you used to. 498 more words

All Short Fiction

Right Here Next to Me

I was typing up an interview with a very old person. It was for a study of very old people’s social networks: Who are you closest to? 1,426 more words