Vulnerability treated as a strength rather than a fault
Huma Syed
Poet, writer, and actress, exploring human emotions. Author of 'The Naked Autumn' and 'That Ardent Longing'.
The Naked Autumn
The Naked Autumn is a series of emotions where vulnerabilitv is attended. Despite the defiance of the beloved, loneliness, unattainable longing, and the hunger that didn't seem to rest.
It's a poetic notion that you're not alone in what vou're feeling. You may have lost yourself to the gloom for a while but you will eventually find a way out. There's always someone out there who has had the taste of the same gloom that has left you so hopeless and weary. Even if that someone is the one addressing you right now.
When you're hurting you look for comfort and someone who rested their head on the same pillow in the past and grieved. You're always in need of a shoulder to rest vour head on and pour your heart out and be completely naked in what vou're feeling.
This compilation of prose is to attend to your nakedness.
Turn through the pages.
A few pages from the book, so you can see how it reads before you buy.



What this book is about .
Love that was never returned
Autumn as the season for feeling things properly
The long middle stretch of healing
Learning to handle your own heart carefully
About the Author
Huma Syed is a poet, writer, and actress who believes in honouring the rawness of human emotion. She finds stories in the quiet corners of people’s lives and gives them a powerful, resonant voice. Her poetry books, 'The Naked Autumn' and 'That Ardent Longing', capture the delicate phases of vulnerability and emotional awakening, guiding readers toward deeper self-understanding and transcendence.
Beyond writing, Huma is continuously learning and exploring new experiences that inspire her creative work. She also appears in the TV drama Duniyapur, where she plays the character of Nimra Adam. For a closer look into her world, you can find her on Instagram (@clvssicsmm).
Read a little of the book.
God gives me the knife.
I bury it
God gives me the knife again
I bury it again
Then God gives me your love
And I stab myself with it.
Love.
Make it remorseless. Let your bones ache, and bend
while taking their name.
And don’t just stop there. Love. Make it loud. Suppress
the cries of a child and comfort the worries of a mother.
Love.
For the mere purpose of loving.
I’d been terrible with my heart
I neglected its woes
each time I let love rule over it
But tonight it’s sound asleep,
That tormenting reign is over,
and the casualties are long buried
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