July 31, 2014
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“I mend myself at dawn, only to be broken at dusk by the jabbing on the soul from the weakening pulses of the world’s slowing heart."
Stemming from a country with just one-percent land and ninety-nine percent sea -- Maldives, “a Self-Selling-Sunny-Paradise” -- I seek ways to shed light into parts of the society living in the shadows of their "bargained" Hell. I aim to venture into the hushed voices of screaming hearts of the underprivileged and marginalized people -- both within and beyond my one-percent of existence.
Resurrected as Ishtar Zikr, a nomadic soul journeying through the "caravans" within the self -- sojourning at lives of voiceless strangers, I strive to spin the threads of my innermost dialects over the fibers of the world's outlying dialogue -- weaving both milieus into one unified existence, through a creative discourse.