Author

Manal Abbas

Bibliophile and writer with a love for poetry, books, and debates. Author of 'Apolytus'.

The book

Apolytus

Apolytus– n. the moment you realize you are changing as a person, finally outgrowing your old problems like a reptile shedding its skin, already able to twist back around and chuckle at this weirdly antiquated caricature of yourself that will soon come off completely.

This analogy perfectly describes the poems I have written and compiled into this book for the last 3 years. To have grown and changed in my most formative years and learned from various experiences, some difficult while others were easier. This book is a representation of all that has helped me become who I am today and I am proud to share it.

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What this book is about.

01

Outgrowing a version of yourself

02

Anger, and who is permitted to show it

03

The particular weight carried by an eldest daughter

04

Friendship, and the marks other people leave behind

05

Ordinary years that turn out to have been formative

About the Author

Every Sunday my parents would pack us children up in our car and take us to a bookstore located 30 minutes from our house. My two siblings and I would choose two books each for the week, and I’d bribe my little brother to pick up books for me instead of himself. By mid-week, I would have gone through my pile and gotten sad for no more reading material. Hi! My name is Manal and I'm a poet, writer, and bibliophile. Unfortunately, I grew up as a debater and will yap your ears off about books if you let me.

Excerpts

Apolytus, Preface

Apolytus– n. the moment you realise you are changing as a person, finally outgrowing your old problems like a reptile shedding its skin, already able to twist back around and chuckle at this weirdly antiquated caricature of yourself that will soon come off completely.

Apolytus, p. 7

Blood could never be thicker than water.
How could it be?
When the only time I have ever felt home,
is in your arms.

Apolytus, p. 17

Their writing will only ever be about you.
Even if you leave.
The words immortalise you.

Make a poet fall in love and maybe you’ll live forever.