Mustafa Tajwar Araf

A building, a tree, and a kid

Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.

2m ago

My Parents’ Window

Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.

4m ago
May 10, 2024
May 10, 2024

A building, a tree, and a kid

Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.

March 2, 2024
March 2, 2024

My Parents’ Window

Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.

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