Subtle Obsession

by Ahamed Ali Khan


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Book Details

Language : English
Publication Date : 22/05/2014

Format : Softcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 208
ISBN : 9781499004809
Format : E-Book
Dimensions : N/A
Page Count : 208
ISBN : 9781499004823

About the Book

A mother is one being God has given—this being will protect her child so that no harm would come to her child even if she has to lose her life—such is a mother’s love, but what about a ‘child’ who threatens to kill? ‘My gut feeling tells me that this will be over in a matter of days.’ ‘Look at this beach, this sandy beach,’ Waidnas said as he bent a little to scoop a handful of sand. ‘This beach is beautiful, but if the sand is going to hurt me, when I drop on it, or land hard on it, then I will not return to this beach anymore,’ he spoke without looking at her, but letting the sand just drain from his palm. * * * Nature creates and then steals beauty, but man . . .man destroys it—sometimes completely. As he looked at her eyes, he could sense the deep, very, very deep sadness behind beauty. As he stood on her shadow, for the very first time, he thought to himself, he was looking at beauty, beauty where it rightfully belongs, without all that unnatural application of talcum, or make-up, or whatever they call it, to enhance the beauty of oneself.


About the Author

A mother is one being God has given—this being will protect her child so that no harm would come to her child even if she has to lose her life—such is a mother’s love, but what about a ‘child’ who threatens to kill? ‘My gut feeling tells me that this will be over in a matter of days.’ ‘Look at this beach, this sandy beach,’ Waidnas said as he bent a little to scoop a handful of sand. ‘This beach is beautiful, but if the sand is going to hurt me, when I drop on it, or land hard on it, then I will not return to this beach anymore,’ he spoke without looking at her, but letting the sand just drain from his palm. * * * Nature creates and then steals beauty, but man . . .man destroys it—sometimes completely. As he looked at her eyes, he could sense the deep, very, very deep sadness behind beauty. As he stood on her shadow, for the very first time, he thought to himself, he was looking at beauty, beauty where it rightfully belongs, without all that unnatural application of talcum, or make-up, or whatever they call it, to enhance the beauty of oneself.