literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
Hazrat Syed Abdul Wahab Quadri
In Hyderabad, India, Hazrat Abdul Wahab Quadri is revered for his role as a religious leader. He was born in Gujrat (India) and belonged the Quadri Chisti Sufi Order. His lineage can be traced back to Syed Abdul Qadir Jilani who is a well-known Sufi saint. At the request of Asif Jah I, he migrated to Hyderabad.
By mir quadeer sultan3 years ago in Wander
The day that we filmed Simple
We woke up that morning hung over me and Charlie Samuel. We had a job to do it was about 7 or 7:30. We were meant to get up sooner though we were hungover from Pizza and wine the night before maybe even Rum and coke but I think the previous is the truth. We woke up twice. The second time we woke up we spoke. We were talking as I lay in my bed, a futon that I slammed into the corner of my room, the walls a dark navy blue. The sunlight came in through the gaps in the corners of the blinds that I hadn't dragged fully closed after we smoked out of the window. You could see the trains pass in the early hours, through Isleworth station. There were lights that flashed on the windows of the other estates terraced houses and the silent sirened lights that lit up the ones closest to the main road. There's always a scene to see when you're staying at my mum's. We spoke until the early hours myself and Charlie. We knew that we shouldn't have but it was like a childs sleep other again. We woke up hungover. I was feeling rough. Extremely rough and 'unslept', if that is even a word. To write about that moment sends me right back to it. I imagined it again now as I smoked out of the window where I am now with my partner. We arrive at that scene later. The house that is, not why I am writing now.
By John Gilroy3 years ago in Wander
An Excerpt from Belphán the Blasphemous
An Excerpt from, Belphán the Blasphemer Chapter 1 - Of Aldren and Iylethain The dusk descended in the wake of Aldren’s black wings as he began to glide beneath the dark clouds. The hour was late and the sun no longer shone upon the land of Farodren, and the night curtained the world with an infinte shadow. This of course was of no consequence to Aldren, for Aldren was one of the noble dragons of Karthrondûm, and had impeccable eyesight even in the dark of night.
By Alexander Drummond-Henking3 years ago in Wander
New Year's in Kiev
They greeted us at the hostel with salo, pelmeni, and syrniki. It was a narrow room, featuring a cracked old, black fake-leather couch across from the receptionist’s counter. It was New Year’s Eve—not the Orthodox, Julian New Year, but the Gregorian—and they were preparing for a celebration. I took the meat and cheese and shoved it greedily into my gullet. I was hungry, and I loved trying new foods. I had never been to Ukraine before. Everyone in Moscow had told me that the culture was similar, but no one in Moscow greeted you at the door with snacks.
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Wander
The good man "Nine Old Men"
"Nine old man" is my father-in-law. From an ethical and emotional point of view, it would be "disrespectful" for me to call him that, but because his mother-in-law and his peers used to call him that when he was alive, there was a special sense of familiarity and affection when I heard more; and because he was "good" and would not I even guessed that he heard me call him a good man "nine old herder", maybe he would still be habitually happy "hehehe" smile.
By Hurry Green3 years ago in Wander
Lines in the Sky
“It’s never too late to turn back.” Isn’t that what they say? In my deep sleep I was dreaming that I was in my childhood home. As in all my dreams it was but it wasn’t. There was a balcony on the top floor and the neighbours’ houses were too close, looming over my head with wide, dark window panes that let in just enough light to make you wonder if there was someone watching from behind the tinted glass. I held a crumpled shirt up to my chest to cover myself as I stepped outside and looked down over the white steel railing. An old boyfriend of mine (Steven?) was there calling up to me, coaxing me out for an evening rendezvous in the warm summer air. His slender build and almond shaped eyes were friendly and inviting. He had on one of his classic brightly coloured and bold patterned shirts, a stark contrast to his always tatty pants and shoes. He was beside his bike - reliable but rust-covered. I felt exposed peeking my head out over the railing, back bare to the waning heat. The delight of his presence and the surprise of his beckoning was overwhelming and exciting.
By Nathalie Feehan4 years ago in Wander
Happy fall. Sweet heart like a lotus
A beautiful window, worry purples, thin pen plain in a wisp of ink write time flies. Pick up big and small past, in the wind light cloud light days, let yourself away from the hustle and bustle, with a few pieces of idle clouds, wan a warm sun, the wind and a garment fluttering, long hair diffuse. Grassy grass in the wilderness, the stranger flowers, quiet heart empty, become gentle fragrance. Like this kind of indifferent, let the heart clear and distant, thousands of dust all go with the wind, such as lotus, a wisp of fragrance quietly warm. Time flies, my heart is idle.
By Jane Oxley4 years ago in Wander
Spurious Seas
Bertha Watt could hardly believe her luck. She was currently enjoying a delicious pastry and sipping tea on the Queen of the Ocean- the aptly named Titanic! In 2nd class, none the less! She was traveling with her mother to move to the far west coast of America, where her father currently was. He, of course, had gone ahead to set up a home for his "ladies", as he called them. Father simply sung the praises of their new home, a beautiful town called Portland.
By Guenneth Speldrong4 years ago in Wander
