http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tariq The original writings of author Tariq en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990498 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He sat on the stairway, pressing his hands between histhighs. Bowing forward, his beige jacket wrinkled at the back as if frowning atthe oaken door with golden handle behind him. His scarce hair went dry. He gotto his feet and checked his reflection in one of the car glasses. His oily.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/651720/ The body bent against thesoft neckThe lips tenderly kissed thetwirling hairs Childish fingers caressed theplace of the kissAnd the red cheeks rose in afrowning gestureNow, the heart opens and thebody yearns for a softer kiss.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/636841/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/636839/ a song i wrote... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/635205/ Bliss can't be on earth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/626576/ It's like an angry prayer i guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/622854/ Darkness hugs the branchesA snake spewing its endless gush of poison Over the asphalt. A low, sleepy voice announces the arrival of deathI shudder and shrug.My body falls into timelessnessIt’s protecting itself from the abrupt attackDeath approachesThe voice repeats the callDeath approachesThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/622851/ why are we here? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/622834/  Smell the night autumn airHearing a simple songSo beautiful, so fair Waiting for time to comeFor this world to be goodagainWaiting for the hour to comeFor this pain to go away.  Can the rain purify our sins?Can the clouds carry us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/622411/ God never told me what to do Even when I prayedI tried to hear an answerAnd so I waited.  They say that the answers areinside of usBut I can’t find anythinginside butAn unfulfilled dream and adead desire I spend the day Wondering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/622394/ Edna struggles to forget her ex husband. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/620161/ the rat knows something that will change his life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/616818/ a rat who tries to escape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/616464/ I'm happy, so i decided to tell the world in a small story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/616417/ Part 1.Mrs. Fatima sat at her chairthat stood against the yellow painted wall of the living room. The fan whirredabove her, squeaking as it turned from side to side. The door of the roomfacing her remained closed for two months. To her right side, the kitchen smeltof rot bananas with a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/611662/ Life of a lonely, old lady. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/610579/ The name of the mind unknownThe heat of the sun lost inspace     Can the frugal soul findhappiness? Questions scoot in skulls Answers whirl in air Tick, tock, tick, tock. Time progresses as the moonheaves the cloud, rising in the skyTime .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/610572/ A poem about the freedom of death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tariq/610549/