Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’
She was back in the rain- this time with a new purpose. She was still frowning, but her facial muscles were tensed with concentration, versus her previous hopelessness.
She was still Amaan with her…
Trudging through the sodden dirt-path, the permanent frown on Amaan’s face deepened as she lost herself in thought. The mud streaked her tattered sneakers and seeped through the splitting seams.
Squelch. She could feel the wetness inside her sh…
Numbness overcomes me once I finally see
That I beg for a savior, but it is in vain that I plea.
Storm clouds enshroud the sunrise
As we commence the unveiling of lies.
The pleasure some find in others’ pain
Is a cruelty by which the preten…
09:46 – I wasn’t getting any closer to my destination. I was still on the bus, stuck in traffic. I had left extra early to be on time but the lecture starts in less than 15 minutes. I started panicking, wondering whether I’d be able to make it on …
My sister, know that only
a prayer keeps us afloat
pulling down, pushing
through the boarded window.
I pack three suitcases
for part two of the world:
sleeping in, cheap wine,
tax forms, sorority girls.
I will miss…
Nikah is the legal binding of a man and a woman in marriage. This relationship leaves deep impressions in the social life of the partners involved, their children, and the stability of the whole community through the institution of family. Therefo…
He gently laid the dried petals into the potpourri vase and swirled through them slightly. As the faint fragrance rose and wafted through the air, his mind drifted back to beloved memories of his childhood. He remembered his parents and how every …
I walk upon what ceases to remain,
Where neither wall nor beam was spared.
I walk on broken glass of windowpanes
On a night when no one else seems to care.
I cannot tell a soul to protect my name,
This house holds with it a burden of sham…
Oh one whose heart has hardened, stop. Step back from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Let your mind meander through the hills and valleys of your innumerable blessings. Listen to the beating of your heart, feel each breath as your chest ri…
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Reflecting the past, the treacherous falls,
My soul’s weaknesses pierce your glare,
And reflect again on my own despair.
Trembling and sore, I seek to erase
The failures that are bolded, retraced.
My blood boils…