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	<title>Ode to My Tainted Dreams</title>
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		<title>Ten years of dreaming</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I remember telling my Daddy: “Dad, I want to be an author.” I was ten and was horrible at writing. Not that anything has changed. Well, I do admit I have improved because Daddy doesn’t need to put a big red cross over what I write and sit with me to explain why anything I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2010/ten-years-of-dreaming/</link>
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		<title>Blame it on Fate</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The fates are cruel that way: just on a whim, the winds shift and so does your life. You blame in on your boss, your teacher or even the weather but truth be told, fate somehow got herself involved. Which one you ask? The youngest one. Left alone in the cave with Moonlight and Mischief, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2010/blame-it-on-fate/</link>
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		<title>Prologue</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You start out cheerful and hopeful that something good will actually happen today. You believe it with all your heart but then something happens that simply makes the bright shining sun so gloomy – and mind you, you don’t even see the sun that much there. It is always so grey with the grey clouds [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2010/prologue/</link>
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		<title>The Prisoner of Music</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tiny hands flicking the key to the box of music,
Wishful eyes dream of what possibly can’t be.
A light hearted melody, an enchanting power,
The little porcelain doll comes to life at last.
Perfect stance, fragile beauty, plastered smile,
She puts on her show with emotions set aside.
From passion to duty, from duty to slavery,
She performs, dancing to the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2009/the-prisoner-of-music/</link>
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		<title>A Hamster Tale</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I woke up to the feeling that everything was moving beneath me. My first thoughts were of panic and horror as I went through the worst possible scenarios as to why my home was shaking as it was. An earthquake was out of question, though back in a corner on my mind, my little brain [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2009/a-hamster-tale/</link>
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		<title>Dreamlike Interlude</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Back to reality, Sayuka and I should probably go to, but the past two days were so dream-like that one feels that real life is in fact dull sometimes.”Let’s have a sleep over,” we decided back in February when we received our results. Among all the things we wanted to do, this had been top [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2009/dreamlike-interlude/</link>
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		<title>A Neighbourhood Story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time, in a faraway neighbourhood, there lived an evil witch. The witch had proclaimed herself the Mistress and Ruler of everything in a 100m (or was it a kilometer) radius of her Castle. Her children having left home and boredom of old age kicking in, she only had for hobby to nose [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2009/a-neighbourhood-story/</link>
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		<title>A bride&#8217;s tale</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A woman is said to be born three times: the first being her real birth, the second is when she gets married and the third when she gives birth herself. Each time, she is given a new life, in which her role changes and to which she has to adapt. Most would agree that the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2009/a-brides-tale/</link>
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		<title>Henna Heaven</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I wish I had a time machine
The wedding preparations are still going on, but we are kinda relieved since all the clothes and shoes have been packed. Right now, it’s the henna application time, my favourite. I’ve always loved having henna applied to my hands, ever since I was a little girl. And here in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2009/henna-heaven/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;C&#8217;est la poisse&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Lady shines over her subjects
Both of my Angelfish died yesterday, I had only two. I found them at night, just before I was going to sleep. I usually take a good look at them to make sure they’re alright. And I found them. One went, I suppose, exploring at the bottom and couldn’t get [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nussaibah.com/2009/cest-la-poisse/</link>
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