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		<title>A Folded Prayer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 19:51:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today I woke up as usual and put my clothes on. I ventured to work in a mumbly, sleep-deprived state &#8211; it strikes me as odd now, because I have been getting more than enough sleep. When I got to work I pulled a post-it-note off the pad and wrote &#8220;Ya Allah&#8230;&#8220;
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		<title>The Question</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 09:02:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Our empty lunch plates have been taken away, and my attention is focused on the cold scoops of strawberry-laced vanilla ice cream laid out so temptingly in the glass platter before me. &#8220;How would you like to be proposed to?&#8221; she asks abruptly. She leans forward, black eyes level with mine, her slice of cake [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=disconnectedverses.wordpress.com&blog=955929&post=219&subd=disconnectedverses&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>I did not want to be there</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[They are standing quietly in the back row, these two little ones, dressed in their finest – wispy blond hair escaping a bright blue headscarf; glossy strands of brown weighted down by a simple prayer cap – engrossed in prayer as are all of the adults in the congregation. It is the morning of Eid, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=disconnectedverses.wordpress.com&blog=955929&post=188&subd=disconnectedverses&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Unfaithful we</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 02:05:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Hajera</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Serendipity has marred my impression of your love. Let us find a quiet corner, perhaps a simple spot under the oak tree in your backyard and we can figure out what went wrong and where the mistakes stopped being excusable. Perhaps we will find lies in our history, misspoken truths and unsettled metaphors in our [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=disconnectedverses.wordpress.com&blog=955929&post=183&subd=disconnectedverses&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sorry is too hard</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 10:31:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[They glared at each other, bodies trembling with hurt and rage. “You never listen to what I say!” she screamed furiously. “And you –“ he spit out viciously, “you are a needy woman who has to control and destroy everything that’s good in this world!” 
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