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Author

Mahnoor Rauf

A young writer turning the feelings that linger and the thoughts left unsaid into poetry and prose.

The book

The Shape of the Unspoken

“The Shape of The Unspoken” is a collection of poetry and prose exploring emotions and experiences that are often difficult to express or describe. It uses metaphors of oceans, roots, gravity, homes, libraries to connect with themes of identity, loneliness, memory, healing and the complicated relationship we all have with our past. The collection allows these experiences to take different forms, inviting a reader to recognize their own unspoken feelings within them.

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The themes

What this book is about .

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Sixteen pieces of poetry and prose about the things that are hard to say out loud

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Oceans, roots, gravity, homes and libraries as the shapes feelings take

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Identity, loneliness, memory and healing, and the pull of the past

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Opens with "While They Slept", a race that began before it was hers to run

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Written so readers can recognise their own unspoken feelings on the page

Behind The Book

About the Author

Mahnoor Rauf is a young writer drawn to the little things that often go unnoticed— the feelings that linger, the thoughts left unsaid, the look in someone’s eyes when they reveal more than they meant to. Through poetry and prose she uses metaphor to explore emotions that surround us, turning them into something tangible. For her, writing is a way to help others understand the things they may never have thought twice about, or to make them feel the weight of emotions that can be more consuming than they seem.

Excerpts

Read a little of the book.

The Shape of the Unspoken, p. 5

I’m waiting—
for my lighthouse,
where I can finally
lower my anchor.

The Shape of the Unspoken, p. 21

Happiness moves like the wind.
You don’t realize when it comes or goes.

The breeze may stay,
convince you it will linger,
but if the wind were constant—
we’d never feel a breeze.

The Shape of the Unspoken, p. 27

This library can’t burn without me in it.
If my past was gone, what would remain of me?

Maybe this library is a maze,
but I have memorized every turn.
And I know which books will never burn.

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