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Mustafa Azeem
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Sci Fi fan from South Florida!
Twitter: mustafaazeem_
Stories (5/0)
The Tinted Painting
The soft, white artificial lights of the jail’s halls turn on at the same moment every morning. They do this to signify some sort of change from night to day, since there’s no way to know how much sun is outside the windowless walls of our cells.
By Mustafa Azeem3 years ago in Fiction
The Hazel Fire
I use the sounds in my memories to fill the deafening silence as I look out the car window. Textures and musical notes from the past overlap with the visuals from the present. It feels like a new landscape emerges every five minutes in Iceland, from desert sand bursting with hot steam to pieces of glaciers floating down massive lakes. I shuffle through the different sounds in my head to match with each grand view from the window.
By Mustafa Azeem3 years ago in Fiction