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'Genesis' by Mehreen Ahmed

  • Writer: Kayleigh Willis
    Kayleigh Willis
  • Sep 14, 2021
  • 1 min read

At midnight, someone was knocking on my window pane. It was a sinewy twig, wavering in the blustery winds. Knocks persisted. The window had fogged up from the recent cold waves. I walked up and stood before it. A coal spattered night, there was the twig rubbing itself on the fog. This reminded me of Grandma’s fantasy metamorphosis of the moon shadow; that it was a woman, sitting and spinning for a thousand years. Spirits breathed through leaves; grandma had often said before she passed away, now buried in a graveyard downstairs. What was it, the twig? It nodded and said something to me. The fog on the window cleared up, to be re-fogged. I kept looking at it until the twig left a sign on the fog, as though it breathed onto the windowpane. It stirred, I walked up to it and wrote the letter G. On the breathing. The twig stopped stirring. That was the sign; the windowpane was all fogged up, but not from the cold wave. The twig took roots where her body had lain; green leaves were her new veins. This metamorphosis through photosynthesis marked the cycle of an organic genesis.


Copyright. Mehreen Ahmed.


Mehreen Ahmed is widely published and critically acclaimed by Midwest Book Review, DD Magazine,The Wild Atlantic Book Club to name a few. Her works are three-time nominated for The Best of the Net Awards, nominated for the Pushcart Prize Award, two-time nominated for Aurealis Awards. Her historical fiction, The Pacifist, is an announced Drunken Druid's Editor's Choice. She was a jury member and a keynote speaker for KM Anthru Literature Prize:Litterateur Redefining World Magazine Global Literature Conclave 2021.




 
 
 

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