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Shereen Malherbe

The wandering novelist

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Ayesha

I remembered the day I cracked. It was Sunday 11th September, the first day of term. I was in my kitchen scrubbing clean pans with the window ajar. The sound of bristles scraping on empty pans was interrupted by the... Continue Reading →

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We bought white lilies

An excerpt from a memoir piece. TW: Loss, cancer I will always remember that summer when us three girls were on the brink of turning nineteen. Every summer, our houses would be surrounded by fields full of rapeseed with its... Continue Reading →

Reflections at an English tea house in Borneo

At an English Tearoom, Sabah ,Borneo. The Agnes Keith house sits on a hill in Sabah Borneo. Agnes was an American author who married the British Conservator of the Forests and lived in Borneo in 1936. Their old house is... Continue Reading →

A fairy-tale hidden in Oman: The tale of Noor.

I wrote this in my writing journal after a trip to the beautiful, mountainous region of Oman. If you ever get a chance to visit, I highly recommend it. It's a beautiful part of the world & during the winter... Continue Reading →

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