“She strangely knew a lot of literature and used such aphorisms to explain me the agony of her heart at times. She has always been telling me to read now and then. Certainly remaining a fanatic about two things: God and Books. I refused them both” ArtGodBooksWhorehouseThewhorehouse Author:Miramoon
“When she asked me what I love? I always said ‘music’ just to repetitively witness her face flinch, as If she called me to pray to her Gods and I turned my hands folding to devil!” ArtMusicWhorehouseMiramoon Author:Miramoon
“Every eye holds its own vision, even if blurred the vision never goes away, and for the same reason every author must have written, to be read and understood in a language that goes beyond words.” ArtLiteratureBooksMiramoon Author:Miramoon
“Within the confines of the world, we puppet through varied strings pulling in their own relevant bars” ArtFreedomWhorehouseMiramoonThewhorehouse Author:Miramoon
“In the midst of the looming threat that covered and shook our being, Safiya’s plea continued with a wrath pulled at my shoulders, her eyes brimming with tears. But I, unmoved, recognized this choice before me. It could have been bullets that awaited me, and yes, it could mean the end of my story. Yet, to trade my life for the silence and give up this music? It was a trade I refused to make.” WarSymphonyWhorehouseMiramoon Author:Miramoon
“In the face of war, I stood resolute, for I knew that within the chaos, a symphony awaited my very being, in whichever form it may come now, I will accept it with open arms.” WarPoetryWhorehouseMiramoon Author:Miramoon
“To speak of creation, There is always a guilt that throbs every artist’s heart on taking the credit of a piece of art that the creative force in the universe has thrusted inside of a human heart and stretched one’s hand towards building sand castles and lines on the ocean. It’s surreal, neither to be seen or to be saved. But if it is both “seen and saved” it could mean the force was strong enough to indulge in the play of the world, to rip apart the womb of the heart of a man and come out, to stretch its wings and break the cage, to scream till your voice reaches the moon. In all such cases it’s always a mystical force that creates art and never the artist.” ArtistSpiritualityLiteratureWhorehouseThewhorehouse Author:Miramoon
“Regardless of all the times that I witnessed my father’s rage burning on my mother’s cheek; I would look at her and she’d give the same smile, the smile that tells me she blames herself for his violence.” FathersFathers And DaughtersWhorehouseFathers And Mothers Author:Miramoon
“His violence birthed inside my chest, clasping me and hanging like a rock on my neck, engraving a lifetime of a burning scar, how would it not? If you grow up in a house witnessing that your father’s hands have grabbed your mother’s throat more than her waist.” FathersFathers And DaughtersWhorehouseMiramoonFathers And Mothers Author:Miramoon