The Tumult of My Enemies

Sharbari Z. Ahmed
19 min readMar 7, 2018
Photo by Elvis Ma on Unsplash

Bereft. I felt bereft. That was the word that was in my head. I knew what the word meant, but it was inappropriate for the situation I was in. I wasn’t in mourning. Yet, all I felt was loss. I was lying naked next to my snoring lover who fell asleep promptly after coming inside me. I was about to come. I didn’t slow him down and ask him to bring it in, and hold me closer and kiss me and stroke my hair. I liked feeling his hips grinding into…

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Sharbari Z. Ahmed

I’m a scattalogical, Prosecco swilling Muslim American trying to tell good stories. Long suffering writer, eternal optimist.