Author Archives: Terry

My name is Tarik. Tomorrow… I write from another room in another town. Tomorrow, I will have moose coloured hair. I will be thirty three years old and unmusical. Boo Boo? What are you doing now? "I'm humming," I imagine her saying. I'm sorry. … Continue reading →

Autumn days drag so slowly by. Which is why God invented the 50cc Honda step-through motorcycle.

I walk on tiptoes through the house to save the heels of my jeans from fraying. In one room, Boo Boo is switching channels like it's a game. In another, Mum is rearranging paintings. I stop at the door. Dad … Continue reading →

My Dad is German, God bless him. If not punk exactly, my guess is he brought with him some decidedly un-Arabic element to our country. Nevertheless, he converted to Islam, I suppose because he loved my mother. To convert for love is … Continue reading →

The cat I befriended today was a very dark gray without any bit of white. Last night I dreamt I married Taamet. Above our slow embroidered procession, so many stoneheads gawked from their windows, so to distract the solemn, the beautiful, the wed. … Continue reading →

I used to be scared of girls. But now I realise they are scared of me too. I got talking to Taamet yesterday, when I should have been doing something else. We sat down at the fountain. We really were aliens! … Continue reading →

I am a good muslim. I befriend stray cats. Every day, I briefly admire my curly black hair in the mirror. I am kind to my mother even though we have long stopped cuddling. I say my prayers. I honour my father … Continue reading →

As the proud new owner of this website, I am persuaded to present a more enlightened and consistant fifteen year old perspective as opposed to the seemingly random or unwise views posted so far. I begin with a short description of my sister. My sister Boo Boo (she has no real name) … Continue reading →

I should explain. My sister's name is Boo Boo. I came across this site by mistake. I live with my parents and my sister in a small house on the outskirts of Tunis (why am I telling you this?) I … Continue reading →

Looks like nothing too much happening on this website. Don't mind if I mosey on in. Personally, I liked the backwards story. Seems like it was gonna have a good beginning. Like two future lovers just about to meet each other. … Continue reading →