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Life Surfer’s Anthem

I shall ride the waves of life;The rough and the smooth,till the very end.I shall not despair when I crash,nor be exuberant when I find myself upon the highest tide.I shall ride through the storms,through the vicious winds,through the overwhelming darkness.I shall ride through the sunny days,Beneath the open sea-blue skies,As the gentle breath of … Continue reading Life Surfer’s Anthem →

Zakaria Amara Literature Leave a comment October 22, 2021 1 Minute

When the Gates were Left Unguarded

8:30 A.M. – Warkworth Medium Security PrisonFor most people, life is either an adventure that should be celebrated, or a catastrophe that can’t end soon enough.As I awoke to my 5475th morning in prison, I can definitely tell you that I belonged to the latter category.Our cell doors had opened a few minutes ago, but … Continue reading When the Gates were Left Unguarded →

Zakaria Amara Literature 2 Comments October 14, 2021 4 Minutes

A Cure for Anxiety

Learn to hold your fear...A thousand speared warriors are marching your way;Do not run,Do not hide,Do not fight,Just sit aside and let them pass. If uncertainty breeds anxiety,And if nothing in life is certain,Then why not just surrender your illusion of control?A man scrambles on a beachTo keep the bad waves at bay,And to keep … Continue reading A Cure for Anxiety →

Zakaria Amara Literature 2 Comments June 27, 2021February 15, 2022 1 Minute

Surviving the Dark Night of the Soul

It’s been called the Void, the Abyss, the Cave, the Womb, the Dark Night of the Soul. Those who never experienced it can never fathom its reality, while most of those who are in its depths have no idea where they are. I was once trapped there for many years, but now I am slowly … Continue reading Surviving the Dark Night of the Soul →

Zakaria Amara Uncategorized 2 Comments June 26, 2021June 27, 2021 8 Minutes

Her Voice

Her voice Was like an ancient, Wise, And sad, Musical instrument. God only knows how long she’d traveled for, And where she’d been. Tears falling in the dark, Unheard and unnoticed. I know nothing about her, Yet her voice still speaks to me, And tells me things she cannot say. I hear her pain, But … Continue reading Her Voice →

Zakaria Amara Literature Leave a comment June 5, 2021February 15, 2022 1 Minute

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