Faeza Ashraf Author

Born in Canada to Pakistani parents, Faeza was mostly raised in the grassy green hills of Kentucky. She’s a junior in high school and a wannabe Arab, (the poetry and falafel really get to her). When she isn’t on the never-ending quest to find her glasses, she is studying (or at least trying to), reading, writing, or drawing at her cluttered desk. She loves jumping in puddles on rainy days because you’re never too old for that, and skateboards and bikes as well with her four little siblings.

My Fear of Love

You saw me friendly, eyes always crinkled in a smile, even venturing to describe me a rose of society. And though I had denied it then,...

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An Anachronism of Sorts

At first, I simply thought I didn’t matter. Not necessarily because my voice, being so soft, was ignored or spoken over whenever it...

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Their Joined Palms

He’s a forgotten man, in tattered clothes, searching for his home. High piles of trash line the road he walks. His gaze shifts uneasily....

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To Sealed Hearts

Hither fly your arrows of hatred. Thither rain your spears of ignorance. But no sigh of pain escapes my lips as they come to pierce my...

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Khawlah & the Newbie: Part 2

Continued from Khawlah & the Newbie: Part 1 That’s my cue. Tucking my gum into the corner of my mouth to save for later, I step out...

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Khawlah & the Newbie: Part 1

“It’s Afra,” she says wearily. “My name is Afra. Your name is Khawlah. It’s not hard to call people by their names you know. And...

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