<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2026 00:09:08 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@aqsamustafa/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Clown]]></title><description><![CDATA[Image Source He hadn’t meant to scare the child, His clumsiness, his disgrace, A twisted turn in happy events, A sudden new bend. With his hand held out, White-gloved pureness, And his head bowed down,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/patriko/@aqsamustafa/clown-rtbvb4fp</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/patriko/@aqsamustafa/clown-rtbvb4fp</guid><category><![CDATA[patriko]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2019 02:10:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixUdWNthDTkRRnDJhMPJEb4SZRjQ1zoSZ7v4UjNZeVeGuPejogMZXQLqzcbQei?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Castle in the Clouds]]></title><description><![CDATA[Image Source When the vase broke and the window in the background shattered, I felt a rumbling in the foundations of my world; Like thunderclouds crashing over an ocean of pain, I felt the waves rise high]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/castle-in-the-clouds-efrmssvb</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/castle-in-the-clouds-efrmssvb</guid><category><![CDATA[partiko]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2019 02:50:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixVzBSu1vhCC6EVDxdanbyFoCfkTggdYvYhxLr62VRM45nQM2fmUMzeQJmGTDG?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A falling petal of Rose ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Image Source She’s gotten terribly heavy around the middle. Father says that wasn’t always the case, a fact corroborated by her every chance she got. She hadn’t been middle-heavy before, just now when]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/a-falling-petal-of-rose-ycco7k6a</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/a-falling-petal-of-rose-ycco7k6a</guid><category><![CDATA[partiko]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 29 May 2019 03:15:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixFJL7TqiaAo4XhBZFjuCALKWhpAiddsk6MTZF1p21V1Ms36dJUffGkCJQggLv?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The end of a story]]></title><description><![CDATA[Image Source Fleeting dash of snow, dancing swirl of mist, Crashing surf on shores afar, a dreamless sleep, a forgotten kiss, A branch too high off the ground, leaves brushing my hand, The floating cotton]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/the-end-of-a-story-unda9zi6</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/the-end-of-a-story-unda9zi6</guid><category><![CDATA[partiko]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2019 04:20:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixCRvXrm7oknhFGanWJM1SB57qANd8oUMv51FrCEEDe8Qq87JSFSEx2wAbXTBC?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Devil]]></title><description><![CDATA[Oh, God! She hates me. I know she does. Today morning, while I pushed her food toward her and made my eyes go as round as they would, she turned her nose in disdain and didn’t give me the time of day.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/patriko/@aqsamustafa/devil-cemx4ogm</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/patriko/@aqsamustafa/devil-cemx4ogm</guid><category><![CDATA[patriko]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2019 03:26:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixEyTaj24yfxcUAsKTDMndY3zRN1xc4ZvfbQu3U5gSX77FLYroy68DeUfTJ1YS?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The stranger ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Image Source His feet are tapping to the music. Up, down, up, two fast taps like sharp knocks on a door, then up and down again. Long, pale fingers follow the rhythm on an ironed dress-pants knee. Index]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/the-stranger</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/the-stranger</guid><category><![CDATA[partiko]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 24 May 2019 03:00:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/62PdCouTvNPD4Ewnt81FvEHNPP2xP53f42tk2gyuA5VaQuBbPW5i423mvnJ4g2ukVvQ5qm6BVCD7BZDE1L3PsxBeEGTJtJxxptnosD7MkYKPdjc?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Crown of Ash]]></title><description><![CDATA[( One step forward, feet like lead, A crown of ash upon my head; I know I’ve been here before, At the threshold of this closing door. Remember when you came to me? When you held my hands and talked to]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@aqsamustafa/crown-of-ash-hp94ywik</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@aqsamustafa/crown-of-ash-hp94ywik</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2019 04:01:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixD5ZqMXQtFcLTAQwNhek1Ld92gQUvF7uhcjdKLp1k5MnMCWeLbVKc9L4R2BWe?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Endless ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Image credit: AphoticSketch ( A journey. A start and an end. A forever long straight ride, complete without direction. One day I will step onto a bus, a bus without driver or steering wheel, and I would]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/theluvbug/@aqsamustafa/endless-no2n5qfd</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/theluvbug/@aqsamustafa/endless-no2n5qfd</guid><category><![CDATA[theluvbug]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2019 03:36:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixD1t9PdCZnvRcJk9VS2mm1JKRYTGKCt7P3AJdFE1t6475wKpwynCDVJSvnsYa?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Asleep and yet awake]]></title><description><![CDATA[The ground is firm under my toes, anchor, reminder, A breeze soft on my chin, clothes a whisper on my skin. I’m still and yet I fly. Sweet darkness takes me under its wing, A comforting weight, the world]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/asleep-and-yet-awake-lfx6v1ie</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/partiko/@aqsamustafa/asleep-and-yet-awake-lfx6v1ie</guid><category><![CDATA[partiko]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2019 02:44:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixVGvr25aVyJcTyrqikMtPMZRq853aEJpwiwyGLgp3LM6PjxeQiUT3NxEgZk7p?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Words and Bubbles ]]></title><description><![CDATA[What do you people read? What is it that tickles your fancy and makes you wish days were long and nights yet longer? In short, what makes a reader cli—well, grow cross-eyed and drop drooling onto dog-eared,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/reading/@aqsamustafa/words-and-bubbles-ijrbi2lz</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/reading/@aqsamustafa/words-and-bubbles-ijrbi2lz</guid><category><![CDATA[reading]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2019 04:02:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixUJR5f4iDfKf64rDs3rUUXdGsp2ViZvonRh27xYMzz8C3TNMeMDzVpVSGofX4?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[In the shadows]]></title><description><![CDATA[Religion, caste, color, creed, nationality, language, likes, dislikes, appearance, sexuality… So many things that divide us, so many things to make us feel superior. And the one object of unification in]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@aqsamustafa/in-the-shadows-5lp9naet</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@aqsamustafa/in-the-shadows-5lp9naet</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2019 03:28:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixCkYk3RP1icP21rGR3frkyPYXvCAJdsmTPcCQLf7ekac9Qm6Vm4kwLDHCMMB4?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[So angels can die]]></title><description><![CDATA[Let us all take a moment and look at this little girl. Look at her smile. Look at those soft, bubbly cheeks. Just a glance at the picture tells me they would feel like down. And those sweet, sweet curls!]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@aqsamustafa/so-angels-can-die</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@aqsamustafa/so-angels-can-die</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 20 Apr 2019 03:06:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/4i88GgaV8qiFU89taP2MgKXzwntUGAvkoQiKU7VxyD37q9aZRsVo4MVUuEaHH3wv9hBim7zWzShZfDqZYxAjjd9e72rWko9Qd6QEcJW7tt9XGanfigTm7cSH2N?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[You don't know me...and now you do!]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hello everybody! Okay, so this is my third post on SteemIt, but it might as well be the first since I’m here to introduce myself, as suggested by a fellow Steemian. I am a Pakistani, living in Oman since]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@aqsamustafa/you-don-t-know-me-and-now-you-do</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@aqsamustafa/you-don-t-know-me-and-now-you-do</guid><category><![CDATA[introduceyourself]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 20 Apr 2019 02:26:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7b4bio5hobgskW8qdPdvSqcwwJTvbiCMpGmRey1Rtd8H5rUA7qQy9TBJbYAmQ1QTwMxkaWf36BciHH44fFk3tJ86eZXSrHN6uMVTceViYRZRNwC6kQwQrNakXwriDbxLJk26btS8xtQmpXngKQdvA5y2vMWn?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mother dear, I've come to you]]></title><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@aqsamustafa/mother-dear-i-ve-come-to-you</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@aqsamustafa/mother-dear-i-ve-come-to-you</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aqsamustafa]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 20 Apr 2019 01:53:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7b4bio5hobgskW8qdPdvSqcwwJTvbiCMpGmRey1Rtd8H5rUTpRMbHnmSYkUxUVPENkFJ3a3Na4zV1GDKE5kzVcS1Zd52BqCh3q13WRjVsC6uehKdPvJU134WErYBYPQu2xyqUBUdrY4H7FUsCrGA84iiruux?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Prologue (Princess Me)]]></title><description><![CDATA[The man and woman slipped into the castle through a rarely used side door. 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