Cotton in my pocket

There is always a piece of cotton in my pocket. My pants’ pocket, actually, and in between all my books and notebook. Friends, colleagues, professors, and some persons noticed. Some are curious while some of them who saw me using it told me I am being careful. During our first year in the University we … Read more

All Alone: Desolation

While scanning through my old journals, I found this piece – a kind of short poem.  It was written in those times when I really feel desolate.  And, I know, I am not a good writer. A decade went by, when must have written this small piece.  My joy and happiness are short-lived.  My health … Read more

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