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  1. Public Bookmark 15

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    Is it the same for Kaveh then? Al-Haitham ponders in the silence. Could he love only in the way he loves his creations and the process of creating? These imperfect things that he moulds from clay, from metal, wood, and dirt; that he shapes and refines into perfection from his own worn hands and overwrought mind, nourished with his blood and sweat and tears, forever chasing after an ideal so unattainable, it always seems out of reach?

    Al-Haitham does not think himself an artist, so he does not know; perhaps will never truly know, this eternal struggle that seems to beset the artistic soul. Still, he feels a shiver running down his spine as he continues to watch Kaveh’s hands working the moist clay; as he begins to wonder what ‘form’ he would take if Kaveh’s fingers were to thoroughly shape him into ‘art’; into something born of Kaveh’s ideal, of Kaveh’s love.

    Evoked by a fleeting touch, Al-Haitham begins to dream.

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    03 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 17

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    Kaveh sighed. “Of course you’d think kissing is mechanical. You haven’t experienced it.”
    Alhaitham looked up from his book to level Kaveh with as unimpressed of a stare as he could muster. “Of course I haven’t experienced it. It’s not like anybody wants to kiss me.”
    “You…” Kaveh frowned. “You really believe that?”
    Alhaitham rolled his eyes. “Obviously. Nobody likes me, much less enough to kiss me.”
    “That’s not true."

    Alhaitham doesn’t know a lot about kissing, or touching, or sex. Somehow, it becomes Kaveh’s job to teach him.

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    30 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 77

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    Al Haitham has a new co-worker.

    At the same time, he could now read their mind(?).

     

    If you could suddenly hear someone's thoughts, would it be the work of destiny or the curse of some black magic?

    If you have any ideas on how to navigate the situation, it would be greatly appreciated.

    Kindly email [email protected].
    Thanks.

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    Al Haitham, a paragon of demonic royalty, is summoned to the mortal realm, except the summoner did it completely in accident.

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    12 Jan 2026

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    He sleeps on the divan every night. Sleep is a generous word to describe the act of closing his eyes shut and pretending he’s not listening for any sign of life, the rattling of keys or a string of exasperated sighs on the other side of the door.
     

    Grief is a weird thing. It creeps up on you in ways you don’t expect and eats up at your core slowly. It manifests in ways others would not understand. People say grief is love with no place to go, and Alhaitham’s cup is full of it, spilling out the edges like an endless river.

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    11 Jan 2026