<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Yasmin A. | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/ysmnabdullah</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Yasmin A.</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776209186</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Too Late</title>
			<description>He was there,When she fell,With scraped knees,Bloodied elbows.He was there,When she cried,With her heart broken,Eyes puffy.He was there,When she graduated,With her diploma,Blue robes.He was there,When she wedded,With her bridal gown,White bouquet.All this while,He was there,But she never noticed.Unt..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/621456/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Long Gone</title>
			<description>Every time someone knocks on the door,I rush to open it,Thinking it's you on the other side of the door.Every time someone calls my phone,I rush to answer it,Thinking it's you on the line.Every time I get a letter in the mail,I rush to read it,Thinking it's you who wrote it.Every time someone tugs a..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/620990/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Before</title>
			<description>Before, everyone told us,We wouldn't make it.They said we'd go our&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;ways,But we set out to prove them wrong.Before, everyone told us,Our age gap was going to be an obstacle.They said we won't last long,But we set out to prove them wrong.Before, everyone told us,Our religious believ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/620986/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Dear you,</title>
			<description>Dear you,When we were 5,I fell down and hurt myself badly.You came up to me and gave me a flower from the field.Dear you,When we were 9,I was sitting alone at the playground.You hugged me and gave me a Valentine.Dear you,When we were 13,I got my heart broken by a guy.You came over to my house with c..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/620156/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>He did.</title>
			<description>She sits in the corner,Quietly, not saying anything.She hopes no one talks to her,But he did.She covers the cuts on her wrist,Afraid someone would ask what happened.She hopes no one notices them,But he did.She sees him with her,She walks away silently.She hopes no one saw the tears in her eyes,But h..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/620101/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Lies</title>
			<description>Who would have guessed,Every I love you,Every I miss you,Was just a lie.Who would have guessed,Every time you said you were alone,Every time you said you didn't mind,Was just a lie.Who would have guessed,Every nice, sweet thing you said,Every word that made me smile,Was just a lie.Who would have gue..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/620097/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Giving up</title>
			<description>Things get too much for you to handle,You feel as though you're drowning,Everyone's pressuring you,Just give up.You look in the mirror,All you see is your problems,And you don't know how to solve them,Just give up.They tell you you won't make it,They say you'll fail,Don't embarrass yourself,Just giv..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/620092/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Maybe</title>
			<description>Maybe,What we had was real,You meant what you said to me.Maybe.Maybe,We weren't meant to be just friends,You befriended me for a reason.Maybe.Maybe,Wrong decisions had to be made,We were meant to part ways.Maybe.Maybe,You loved me,And I loved you back.Just maybe.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/617767/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Colours</title>
			<description>Black was the colourOf the ink you used to write me notes,Of the shoes we had to wear in school,Of the hair I used to mess up almost daily.Blue was the colourOf the ink I used to reply your notes,Of the drink you spilled on me,Of the pencilcase you claimed was yours.Purple was the colourOf the flowe..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/617498/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>What Is Love?</title>
			<description>Love,It's when he says he'd do anything to make you smile.Love,It's when he holds you while you try to sleep.Love,It's when he tells you his deepest secrets.Love,It's when he hugs you a little bit longer when parting ways.Love,It's when he gives you his jacket even though he's freezing.Love,It's whe..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/617311/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>3 Months</title>
			<description>I've been waiting for you to text me,For the past 3 months.I've been waiting for you to call me,For the past 3 months.I've been waiting for you to approach me,For the past 3 months.I've waited patiently,For the past 3 months.I've said nothing at all,For the past 3 months.I've been waiting here,For t..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/616819/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Daily Thoughts</title>
			<description>Sometimes,Things get too much to handle.Sometimes,You feel like giving up.Sometimes,Everything goes wrong.Most of the time,You think you have the worst life.Most of the time,You think you look horrible.Most of the time,You think someone out there hates you.Everyday,You should be thankful you have th..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/616661/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Let go.</title>
			<description>It's been almost two years now,Yet I still think of you when something major happens in my life.I should move on from the past,Because all it does is hold me back.It's been almost two years now,Yet you're the first person that I think of when I wake up.I should try forgetting you,Because all it does..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ysmnabdullah/616510/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>