The day of my marriage came flooding back. At last I would have the world placed upon my finger; at last I would be given more importance; at last I would find happiness in this love –[…]
Tag: innocence
The Thousand Splendid Suns Between Our Souls
“Laila watches Mariam glue strands of yarn onto her doll’s head. In a few years, this little girl will be a woman who will make small demands on life, who will never burden others,[…]
Greyscale
What do these texts suggest about the ways in which individuals take responsibility for themselves or others? (Polished Personal) Responding to William Klein’s 1955 photograph with connections based on creating a story for the child[…]
The Art of Flying
When I was little, I used to dream about flying. These dreams were the same, every single time. I would stand on the roof of my bedroom, hands outstretched and trying to catch the gleaming[…]
A Poet’s Homage
I am not an essayist, nor would I ever care to be one. That being acknowledged, I do, at the same time, recognize the purpose critical writing plays in terms of its kinship to literature,[…]
The Corruption Within Us
A loss of innocence is inevitable. It cannot be so that an individual may live without the purity of their soul being stained, for it is within human nature to be destructive. Although this[…]
The Colour of Corruption
White is a beautiful colour. White is a quiet and peaceful expression of childhood – it is pure, innocent, virtuous. White exists as a perfect combination of every colour in the spectrum – it is[…]
The Consequences of Innocence
Note: this is not a critical essay (I’ve used ‘I’s and ‘I think’, and my lack of 2 out of 5 paragraphs), but rather me trying to better understand the psychology of the author through[…]
A Requiem – To Me
If there is one thing I have learned throughout my life, it’s that an innocent man will always be used by others. Those that are corrupt. Whether it is his parents, siblings, or friends, there[…]
Growing Up in Neverland
Ever since I was little, I wanted so desperately to fly. I wanted to press my palm into the fabric of the sky, paint the earth with the colours of the sunrise. Flight occupied[…]
