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Magic Spell

Magic Spell


* * “I pray you tell us what love is, Syaikha.” Nasheva gave the man a compassionate smile and replied, Love is what drains you even if you become an ocean. It is what soaks you even if you become a desert. * Drink love; it is a magic spell. With love, you’ll walk on … Continue reading

Drunk in Love

Drunk in Love


* * A lover walks a thousand miles and confuses West for East, but keeps whirling. That’s what love gives to real lovers: drunkenness. * Being in love is drunkenness. Being sober is not love. Not until you are drunk in love can you truly feel what it means to be ‘alive’. * Love is … Continue reading

Nasheva Speaks of Passion

Nasheva Speaks of Passion


“Syaikha, we know not our passion. How shall we know our passion?” a young woman with long wavy brown hair asked. The other young people were nodding; they seemed to be happy that she asked. Nasheva gazed at the teenager. Her eyes reflected infinite compassion, and a peaceful countenance was radiating from her face. She … Continue reading

Nasheva in Nevara

Nasheva in Nevara


Nasheva had travelled extensively to Heliopolis, Delphi, Athens, Anthioch, Cyrene, Raphia, and Tyre but it was in Nevara that she saw the remarkable wonders of nature that she had never seen before. In Nevara’s southern coast she saw rugged splendor of magnificent rock stacks rising up superbly as if forming stairways to heaven. The rocks … Continue reading

Life Without Art

Life Without Art


    Lord Brinasla felt in the beginning it was difficult for his ego to listen to someone much younger and yet much wiser. But after hearing what Kasheva had just said, he felt the truth had come to his eyes as bright as the sun. Surreptitiously he glanced at Lady Vanisla who, again, was … Continue reading

If You Can…

If You Can…


* * * If you can part the sea…; Oh, no you can’t. If you can turn water into wine…; Oh, no you can’t. If you can split the moon into two halves…; Oh no, you can’t. But if you can love…; Oh, yes you can. Everybody can. * Yet it’s not the kind of … Continue reading

The Shadow of Love

The Shadow of Love


* * * When the shadow of Love engulfs your spirit, all of a sudden you remember that you have just tasted the bitterness of Love. Love is bitter that it will crucify you with disgust and smashes your soul into fragments. And as you lie in a bed of thorns, Love will thread a … Continue reading