Jabar's gallery

                    As she approached the open front door of her apartment she wondered whether they hadn't hurt her mother. Once she got in, she noticed that everything was in place except for the broken vessel in the center of the living room which indicated that there might have been a struggle as Frank's boys made the move. Yet they were so clean. Nothing else was broken or damaged. They likely captured the old woman swiftly without a single soul noticing them. She turned around to examine the door closely. It hadn't a single scratch. Whoever made it in either had a copy of the key  or found it open. But it could never have been open as far as Lucy knows her mother's cautiousness. By now, she would probably be yelling at her for returning late like she had always done since Lucy's late teens. She ran out to examine the courtyard. Whichever vehicle had done this was definitely big as its tyre tracks indicated, And it was most lik...

"You may not believe, but I am a very different man now" "I am a different man too. What do you want. Get out of here." Moghin shouted back bitterly to the beggar that had interrupted our coversation. The miserable man was respectful enough to leave us alone. I kept on wondering, "Have I been here? Will my life ever get to this?" I understood the scene enough not to entertain a second thought in their shoes. I clearly observed that both these men meant what they said but none of them was one bit empathetic to the other. The beggar's speech only craved for sympathy while the man next to me was the pure opposite. Cold and bitter. Life had played her cards on them both and won. Or as Ugandans say, "life humbled them." The night was cold and it wouldn't stop drizzling. We had stopped by " Chicken Tonight" to buy some time off the disturbing weather.  "I was the sole beverage supplier of that city for close to 10 y...

I am trying to live a full life again Though it all seems like yesterday If memories could only be written in pencil, My brain's wrinkles would be lesser. As erasing would no longer be much of a pain I am still learning how to look within  To find my gem amongst the rocks. Seems further everytime I reach out Feels heavier everytime I reach it. Throwing me into a merry-go-round of déja Vus My arms are still wrapped around consistency though. I am starting to see things inside out Or rather, upside down, whatever! I will get me a rose flower tonight To give more thought to the beauty... ...of the thorns on the stem from which she stood out. 'cause her charming petals may not really last.

Before you step out this day Take caution You're gonna see a lot of ways That claim to be the solution Yet only swaying you away Take caution Everyone else is thinking their own way Yet the world is as well filled with notions  Claiming 'wisdom' so you have neither say Nor freedom to take the right decision As you return from your day Know that this world hasn't the ultimate satisfaction Something way better awaits So let it be only a contribution To your best life after the end of days. As you let this sink Consider quitting the rat race Or just dont let it be The only race you ever ran.. ..for there is one better That you could actually  win. The choice is yours though, Jabbar