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Author: Ibrahim

About The Author


Hello, thank you very much for clicking onto my profile. You must want something from me/be very bored. If it’s the former, then my e-mail is given below, you can contact me there. If it’s the latter, well, let me try to alleviate some of that boredom by sharing some amusing facts about myself. My parents intended to name me Musa but when I was born my mother took one look at me and said “he looks like an Ibrahim”. I have no idea what that means but apparently my mother has an image of what an Ibrahim must look like. My favourite colour is apple green and the orange you see when sunlight passes through a kitchen window. Before I die, I want to have published at least one of my novels, become a hafiz of Quran, and have a pet giant panda before the Ch*nese government tracks me down and arrests me for violating Animal Welfare. My favourite book would be a tossup between Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro, and As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner. My least favourite thing in the world is people, unless they give me attention. Lastly, if I could have one wish it would be for humanity to be sterilised so that the world could finally be free from us and enjoy actual peace. And that’s it! Thank you for reading and if you didn’t and just skipped to the end, that is also fine. Have a good day.


We sat outside on the porch, our cheeks flushed red by the summer heat, watching as the trucks rolled by. Single file, like beads, passed through a plumb line. They made their way down the dirt road, their engines growling like piqued cattle and their tires stirring up clouds of dust. Men walked on either side. Torsos bent forward by the weight of haversacks, their rifles in hand, and leather cartridge boxes buckled to their belts. I watched their faces. They reminded me of statues in the park; the copper ones that were so old, patina now covered them,...

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