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STUDENTS WRITINGS

I'm hesitant to express the reluctance I feel inside, I yearn to soar towards a destination that is
because it often comes out sounding like a cry untouched by any other living being. The mere
that lacks grace and wisdom. Some might say thought of it fills me with a sense of satisfaction
that, in my company, only confusion and sadness that is similar to the taste of nothingness. Like a

will remain. But I'm not willing to give up the passing bird, I find solace in the chaos and comfort
things that bring me joy, like singing and laughter. in the simple act of being selfish. Among my
The sound of hopeful whispers lifts my spirits, cherished memories are those of twisted paths
even when life feels complicated and with wilting flowers that cling to crumbling walls,

overwhelming. I yearn for the peace I know will where the idea of restoration is but a mere illusion.
come when I finally let go of everything and drift The fierce winds come raging, announcing the
off into nothingness. Sometimes it feels like I'm upcoming storm that is set to consume our
stuck and not really going anywhere in life. But destructive souls. Despite all that I have achieved,

even in those moments, I can catch glimpses of it will barely be enough to save me, akin to water
something new and wonderful on the horizon. that slips through severed fingers. But the passage
Something that will lead me gently into the sleep of time will continue its relentless journey, leaving
I've been waiting for. me at the mercy of the unforgiving universe.”

Turkeya Badar Al Ghaithi 202311157

The lies we used to tell
Those which are in the tea we spelled
Starting with the way we gossip about people

When we aren’t feeling so stable

The time when we listen to the devil
And lie about the number of spiders we killed

When we run away from school
And tell our moms: there are kids against the rules

Then, we grow up

We find more lies to be blown up
Something like: I feel great
And sink more into the bubbles we create

The lies about what we love the most
Are the same lies that make us feel gross
The lies we will tell in the future,
are the same lies we used to hate in the past.

Rayan Ali Al Fathi 202311098