As I Live It

By Axam Maumoon and Ubaidillah Muhamad

This is a collection of short storiesstories of love, bravery, adventure, and inspiration.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: Nov 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543741940

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As I Live It

Axam Maumoon

Illustrated by Ubaidillah Muhamad

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Copyright © 2017 by Axam Maumoon.

ISBN:                      Softcover                       978-1-5437-4189-6

                                 eBook                            978-1-5437-4194-0

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Contents

Foreword

Acknowledgement

Love

Good Question

Voix

Edge of Desire

That Feeling

Goddess

Coffee Cold

Family

Purpose

Seashells

Adventurer

Sun, Moon, Rainbow

Gardener

Forgotten

Adventure

Not Just Yet

Dancer

Choices

It was a Lifetime

Dirt to Dirt

Fear

Spirit

Burn, Icarus, Burn

Colours

Waves

Faith

The Beast

Queen

Axam Maumoon has all the makings of an emphatic writer. His slice of life pieces are easy relatable to many.

                                             - Sukhbir Cheema, Co-editor of Eksentrika

Axam is a multi talented young man with a pre carved story of his own. The dedication in everything he tries is eyed with envy by puppets who can’t stand to witness his success. Young blood boils in him that carries a pure soul of empathy. May you lead many to happiness, my friend.

                                             - Mohamed Munthasir, Founder and Director of

Theatre Mirage

Written straight from the heart. An emotive author who paints a picturesque view of what it means to live ‘life anew’ through love and faith.

         -                                   Steph Nambiar, Young and Nambiar

Foreword

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I would first like to thank you so much for taking your time to get this book.

Maybe you bought it online, off a shelf, borrowed from a friend, or got it as a gift, but now that you’re here, I hope you enjoy it!

My aim is to take normal situations and describe them as I would live them (hence the name), so the stories you’re about to read are part

fiction, part true stories, and a whole lot of poetry. They are divided into four sections, Love, Family, Adventure, and Spirit, each containing six

stories.

As a treat, feel free to colour in the imagery (even the one above!) and share it with the world As You See It! More details on the my official page, do check it out!

I hope you relate to these stories the way I did when I wrote them.

I hope these stories give you as much hope as they gave me.

For my beautiful, amazing siblings who have given me purpose,

Jaz and Uzii.

I hope I made you proud.

For my loving grandparents, Maama and Kaafa.

I wish you were here to see this.

Surprise, Mom!

I did it.

For everyone whose support I could not do without,

and for everyone who reads my stories.

I hope this book does not disappoint.

And for you, Vicky.

I hope you find your perfect forever.

Love

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Good Question

Heaven was to belong to an angel.

How do I feel about this? Good question.

I watch you slowly pull the covers off of your breathtaking frame as you sit up, your messy, fluffy hair catching the fire of the young sunlight. You tell me you always cut it short, but I don’t think you know how amazingly lucky it makes me feel because that’s what I really love. The way the curls make my heart aflame with a simple, innocent passion that knows no bounds, nor pain or painful craving. Just, fire.

Heaven was the shape you took when you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. The sunlight writes sweet poetic art on your body as I watch you take in deep breaths, your chest expanding and deflating in that mesmerising rhythm. I run my eyes down the masterpiece that is you, all you, the small of your back, up to your slender neck, as you push yourself to the edge of the bed and put your feet on the floor.

Slender legs, cut toned muscles that hint at endurance and determination that is a pure reflection of your soul, the beautiful soul that I fell in love with. The soul that taught me love exists as matter and energy at the same time; matter being your physical manifestation, and energy being the speed at which my heart ran marathons around the pure thought of you.

Heaven was in the way you walked. You walk to the chair to pick up your dressing gown, your hips hypnotising me with each swing as a smile breaks on my face.

I don’t know how you knew, whether you heard my mind whisper your name when I smiled, but you pause and turn around slowly, letting my eyes drink in every glorious inch of you.

You smile, making my heart flutter and my imagination flare. I knew this was only the beginning. I could have walked a thousand miles only to be born again in the river of life pouring out of your eyes, full and luscious. I would be born again just to be with you.

Heaven was to see you smile. Your pain, your longings and the suffused oppressive reality that envelopes you seem to go up in smoke when I hold you. You exhale with a sigh all that you’ve held pent up within your chest. You think the world wouldn’t want to see you and me in a matrimony of souls but that’s not true. Maybe unwittingly you apply to your life the very social constructs you have sought to dismantle.

I read your every beautiful move, an exquisite choreography of living that I find amazingly genius as you fight the sadness that you alone sowed as the world had it seeded. And I definitely watch you with with undivided attention as you walk back towards the bed, time slowing down enough for me to reach the epitome of joy within a second.

Oh, the paradox.

Heaven was to hear you laugh. I made a show of pretending to sleep again while my passion screamed at me to leap out and snatch you away, show you how wild love could be. You giggle as you see the glint in my eye, heralding the full awareness I had for your beauty and your spells of love and all its mysteries. Sure, this passion would never die, and neither would the genuine, full affection we had and we still have for each other.

Heaven is to realise that yes the world does revolve around you, but that doesn’t mean you’re selfish to want your own. The day I realised that, was the day I met you, and against all odds, we found love. We both had walled ourselves up against the tides of the world, but deep inside, you knew. The day you knew I had the key to your world where we now embrace the truth of our existence. The day you let me in with just a glint of curiosity as to what I had to offer.

I’m