AuthorSharif Kiberu

And let there be [arising] from you a nation inviting to [all that is] good, enjoining what is right and forbidding what is wrong, and those will be the successful. 3:104

THE QUESTIONS YOU SHOULD NEVER ASK

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At the deepest pits of indecisiveness and the famous writers’ block, I could not help but ask myself, why do I even bother? Why do I feel so compelled to the pen and paper that my soul feels unsettled when I avoid them. My heart feels like a vacuum, skipping beats, chanting and drumming me into submission. So this time, I take my so stubborn soul through a journey of discovery. “Why do you write...

PoetryBits: You think you have time

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Unwashed plates under my bed at 10am Till when shall we cry Tilted tales told in tiny time Time! Time! Time! Time! We think we have time, we have not In coats of silk they drive class Dines done with dirty dimes Dimes! Dimes! Dimes! Dimes! They think they have dimes, they have crimes A mother cries, a graduate mourns A woman dies, a man starves Food! Drugs! Jobs! Roads! We think we have leaders...

PoetryBits: From the friend zone to a lover

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People change, like seasons I do too. A tool in love then, now a fool too. From the time when your face was new, I knew. In the days when the clouds were glued, your eyes were blue. For the months when your soul was doomed, heaven was due. Then was December like yesterday. January, just days away. I hoped I could find a way. Then the Sun lent me a ray, And finally, February loved again Seasons...

How a beautiful morning got ruined in a strange way

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I have realized this morning how brittle our lives can be. In a very strange and bizarre way, I have seen that life is indeed a wave of chaos which we might never fully contemplate its inner fabric. It was a beautiful morning that promised a bright colorful day, full of hope and remnants of yesterday’s joy. The rain was on temporary leave but we were all sure it will return sooner rather...

7 billions, how much do you need?

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7,608,238,040. That’s how many we are here. Think of that number when they show you the rear. With 7 billion souls available why would you shade a tear. Yes I know true love is rare. But why live in fear? Problem is that you cropped out the entire – world, created for yourself a dark limited facade. Just outside the door lies another friend for your retreating heart. I see your face sad...

The best I have ever given to a someone

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At first, her name was Sarai. But God elevated her among the ranks of man to name her Sarah, mother of nations. The name means “princess” in Hebrew, a very poetic label to woman who gave birth to the kings of humankind. Her piety and dedication was nothing to be shy of. I mean, God chose her to be the suitable wife for His best friend, Abraham. Abraham was himself an entire generation, making...

How to deal with a depressed life

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Suicide should never be an option. Yes, the challenges are real. Life can be so hard, and patience wears out. And it can happen to the rich ones too. In fact, suicide is more frequent in the rich than the poor. It is indeed easy to lose the willingness to live and death then looks more appealing. We as human beings, are pushed by two things. Fear and hope. Both should reside inside us in perfect...

The only reward for good

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55:60 The same way a pen leaves a mark when it touches a paper, our souls leave marks in each place they go to. We tend to think that what we do does not matter at all. The words we speak feel like they just dissipate away. Without looking back, we hurt those we meet. We are rude. We walk away, without a care, from those whose property we have embezzled. But, just like a dog following the scent...

When the love was not meant for you

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We were, naive and young, two fools in love. At closing times we met, burying the remnants of a battered soul whose time had come. In a place that was meant for tears and loss, the seeds of what could have been were laid. Was it the eyes, those two beautiful pearls she mercilessly flashes to the world? Or my mind was corrupted by her heavy bottom that danced around the corners of my heart as she...

This is the correct kind of love!

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Tell me about love. Tell me about the shots that I’ve missed. Sit me down, and sing me the songs of defeat. Play that guitar, I love the sounds of what could have been. Bring the bass, bang it so hard so I can be deaf from the accurate whispers of ‘you can’t be loved’. No wait, tell me about love. Tell me about the fire that I feel. Touch my heart and hear the drums. Join in the dance of my...

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And let there be [arising] from you a nation inviting to [all that is] good, enjoining what is right and forbidding what is wrong, and those will be the successful. 3:104

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