We are variations-creatures conceived undead, neither one thing nor another, or two things without a moment's delay… 
uncanny things that have nothing to do with whatever remains of creation, detestations that toxify the world by sowing our frenzy wherever we go, glutting light and murkiness with ethereal obscenities. 
From over a vast separation, we brought the otherworldly into all that is shown like a black out cloudiness it skims around us. We keep our apparitions organized. 
Their graves are set apart in our brains, and they will never be disinterred from the burial grounds of our recognition. Our heartbeats are numbered, our means tallied. Indeed, even as we survive and replicate, we know ourselves to color a dim corner of limitlessness. 
Wherever we go, we know not what expects our entry but rather just that it is there. 
What if we were not taught what is beauty and what is ugliness, then what would happen? We see a strange man and we think he is not to be trusted, we see a beautiful woman and we get attracted to her. What if the opposite were true, our world would have been so different.
I often wonder who made the book-bible of beauty and ugly, who was the first man to point out that this is horror and that is perfection. In books, television, advertisements we are forced fed what is acceptable and what is not. Stereotyping has been happening since the early days. Why is the black color associated with danger, untrustworthiness?
Why is a disfigured person casted as the devil? Who decided that the devil should look like that. Isn't this an extremely odd world? Are there, at that point, two universes?
At what point in time do we take a stand and just say “ enough is enough” this face that is given by birth is not my soul or the being that I am.


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Tahia Farhin Haque