Flamingoliya

Memoirs of a single girl; a spiced up reality.

Monday, May 19, 2025

Living a Memory

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I scroll through the pictures in my album, Pause at our last photo together—in the hospital. Our final visit to the doctor. Our last walk...
Monday, May 05, 2025

Through My Life

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Throughout my life, I’ve learned—or rather, I’ve been taught—not to have regrets. No regrets about decisions, relationships, or even silly p...

Fading Light

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  I place your hand on mine to feel your warmth. I wrap your fingers around my wrist, feel your pulse in your index finger— for an instant, ...

A Prayer for My Father

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Baba, I sit here by your side, watching you sleep in silence, and I pray. I pray you can hear me, somehow — feel my hand in yours, feel my h...
Monday, October 13, 2014

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Test
Friday, December 06, 2013

9

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this blog is 9 years old.
Sunday, December 16, 2012

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الهوى آه منه الهوى
Monday, November 19, 2012

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جرحتني نسمة عابرة
Sunday, December 11, 2011

18 and 80

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18 till I die doesn't mean staying at that age and not growing up, you can grow up and remain 18. Growing up is part of life, something ...
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كيف أنسى، ولن أنسى، ولا أريد أن أنسى، لِم أنسى لحظة تمجيد، زفرة تنفيه، لسانك اللاذع المارق يهمس في أذني، خنتكِ خنتكِ أيتها السيدة السميدة في...
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