Salim's World

  @Salim Friends would laugh at me when I was in school, because I didn't abuse, I didn't know who the condom was, Didn't smoke, I didn't even think about drinking. I was a good man in my eyes. I smoked for the first time in class 12, trying to make myself look smart. Later, it was my habit. I'm wrong to prove myself to be a 'cool'. I have a distant sister, 12 or thirteen. She's not like the rest of the girls, she doesn't wear too much moderate dress, she doesn't like dress too much. She wants to grow up and join the army. She is also the only one who has been left with the rest of the girls. She was forced to wear hot pants because she was ashamed. She is being stale because he doesn't want to be loved. I try hard to avoid her being caught up in this trap like me. I try to make sure she joins the army in the future. I want the rest of the people to do what I've done. I don't know exactly what it takes to be a moderate, but it's n...

  WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE @SALIM Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.' So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be termed a poet's rage And stretched metre of an antique song:     But were some child of yours alive that time,     You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme. This is the final 'procreation' sonnet, in which the youth is urged to have a child so that he may live (forever?) both in that child, and in the verse which the poet writes celebrating his beauty. If you do not have a child, argues the poet, there will be no proof that you were as ...