For what feels like an eternity, I've been grappling with whether I have anything of substance to share beyond my first novel. Will it be an indulgent rant of self-pity, or will it honour the human struggle? Am I invested in it the way I was with the first novel? Or is the tedious repetition [...]
A note from the author for my novel, An Incomplete Love Story This story was inspired by true events.Some, my own but many based on incidents that I witnessed in the colourful domains of my life.It is a story of an often-overlooked community.Caught at the intersection of cultural pride while fighting for relevance in a [...]
"When you give up on something, it becomes a weighty silence that you carry within you for the rest of your life.It's a quiet acceptance that what once was the centre of your being will never be a part of your being again.The silence is the only gesture that will honour such loss, such surrender.And [...]
Tears hold no value if left to dry on their own.It's the gentle touch that wipes it awayThat fulfils its yearningBe gentle with yourself, belovedThe world mocks the extraordinaryBecause ordinary is safer for meek souls(a snip of things to come in my new novel, Taqdeer, A Dance With Destiny)#authorsofinstagram #romance #novelwriting #novel #mybeloved #anincompletelovestory #zaidismail [...]
We leave things behind because we find them unpleasant, not because we find them endearing or cherish-able. The same is true for relationships. Perhaps this is why it is more difficult to recall the good times when you focused on the bad times for so long. Idealism can taint judgement and spawn good intentions that are disastrous at times. Good intentions don't always result in wholesome outcomes. Sometimes it causes more destruction than any bad intention ever could.
There was never an absence of criticism, or name calling. I was always the butt end of taunts and mockery and isolated, not by choice. If it wasn’t my slim physique that was being ridiculed, it was my nose for being too big, or my hair for being styled strangely, or my teeth for being [...]