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You Were Here

You were here.

The same sentence, ending in six different silences.

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I said Goodbye

I said goodbye once, but I have been whispering it in a thousand quite unsteady mornings,wordlessly, ever since, to you. I  d o  a d m i r e  you. I  d on 't  w an t  u  t o  g o. But I whisper e d  i t, and said goodbye.
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Dua Fatima
the writer behind the words

A quiet observer of ordinary moments.

Dua Fatima is a literary writer whose work explores emotion, memory, identity, social realities, human nature, time, loss, healing, mythology, and the quiet stories hidden within ordinary moments. Through poetry, prose, philosophical reflection, short stories, and anthology contributions, she creates writing shaped by emotional honesty and thoughtful observation.

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Anthology Contributions

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Whispers of the Wilderness

Contributor · Poetry

Ink & Snow, Vol. II

Contributor · Poetry

Mornings We Kept

Contributor · Poetry

The Quiet Anthology

Contributor · Poetry

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We measure every distance except the one within.

from Forward in Reversesource

Perhaps the future is not somewhere ahead, but something we have left behind.

from Forward in Reversesource

The clock has no hands only teeth

from Chronophagiasource

The pendulum is a gallows swinging between almost and never.

from Chronophagiasource

Light borrows darkness to become visible.

from In the praise of Asymmetrysource

Perhaps perfection is not symmetry.

from In the praise of Asymmetrysource