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Poetry, Fiction, and Non-Fiction

Re'al Bakhit

2 min readAug 28, 2019

Personal Growth

A Muslim’s Guide to Having a More Productive Quarantine Routine

Simple ideas you can apply to make your days spent indoors more productive

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Poetry

A Return to Kinder Toys

A poem to numb some of the noise

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Time, Him and Me

A Haiku

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You Asked For A Happy Ending

You said “I don’t want to be like the others” and asked me to write a happy ending to our story, so here is my attempt

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An Evil Seed Buried in the Last Read

A poem about an unexpected heartbreak

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Why I knew You Were The One

Support in Love

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Paper Charm Queen

The girl went about her days folding paper boats. The people she acquainted herself with asked about the purpose they…

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Color Me Bruised and Wise

Dear life,

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Fiction

Shakespeare’s Muse

Theories in microfiction

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Mental Souveniers For Enhanced Living

“Have you heard of the new service that SEM is offering” Mel asked…Can The Society of Enhanced Mankind fix their rep…

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Five Weeks On Earth

“I don’t even know why we’re doing this, I mean it is so unhygienic” Lyle exclaims and looks at the rest of his…

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Papa’s Reading Glasses

Her maroon reading glasses dropped to the floor as she ran away from her pursuer. She heard the sound of the lenses…

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I don’t know what a pool float is..

Jacob and Ed stand by the giant yellow gates, the tiny red light on the touch screen pulsating urging them to enter the…

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The Echo of Do No Harm

A short story

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Personal Accounts

Did She Know?

Secrets in microfiction

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I Write Despite of My Writing Bullies

School environments can be difficult for creative writing but there is always a way to emerge from that

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Countdown To Midnight

When I was younger my cousins had a running joke…

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Re’al: A Name

How I defined my identity using my name

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3 Steps Against My Silent Racism

“They are all slaves, trying to take over our city,” said my uncle, a black man, with a black wife and 3 black kids…

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New Manifested Fears

I recently had a very frightening experience. It made me rethink what I am afraid of versus what I thought I was afraid…

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A Love Letter To You…

The Writers

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Living in Cardboard Boxes

Hiding emotions is not an obligation

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A Medium Portfolio

Poetry, Fiction, and Non-Fiction

Personal Growth

A Muslim’s Guide to Having a More Productive Quarantine Routine

Simple ideas you can apply to make your days spent indoors more productive

Poetry

A Return to Kinder Toys

A poem to numb some of the noise

Time, Him and Me

A Haiku

You Asked For A Happy Ending

You said “I don’t want to be like the others” and asked me to write a happy ending to our story, so here is my attempt

An Evil Seed Buried in the Last Read

A poem about an unexpected heartbreak

Why I knew You Were The One

Support in Love

Paper Charm Queen

The girl went about her days folding paper boats. The people she acquainted herself with asked about the purpose they…

Color Me Bruised and Wise

Dear life,

Fiction

Shakespeare’s Muse

Theories in microfiction

Mental Souveniers For Enhanced Living

“Have you heard of the new service that SEM is offering” Mel asked…Can The Society of Enhanced Mankind fix their rep…

Five Weeks On Earth

“I don’t even know why we’re doing this, I mean it is so unhygienic” Lyle exclaims and looks at the rest of his…

Papa’s Reading Glasses

Her maroon reading glasses dropped to the floor as she ran away from her pursuer. She heard the sound of the lenses…

I don’t know what a pool float is..

Jacob and Ed stand by the giant yellow gates, the tiny red light on the touch screen pulsating urging them to enter the…

The Echo of Do No Harm

A short story

Personal Accounts

Did She Know?

Secrets in microfiction

I Write Despite of My Writing Bullies

School environments can be difficult for creative writing but there is always a way to emerge from that

Countdown To Midnight

When I was younger my cousins had a running joke…

Re’al: A Name

How I defined my identity using my name

3 Steps Against My Silent Racism

“They are all slaves, trying to take over our city,” said my uncle, a black man, with a black wife and 3 black kids…

New Manifested Fears

I recently had a very frightening experience. It made me rethink what I am afraid of versus what I thought I was afraid…

A Love Letter To You…

The Writers

Living in Cardboard Boxes

Hiding emotions is not an obligation

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