I was delayed of making amends
When that which turns was turned on end.
Now rusted iron bars keep me from free terrain
Whilst I remain restrained by my own ball and chain.
It pains to count days since I’ve locked myself away.
The silence …
When I was young, I remembered living in an old house.
It was where my little brother first caught the chicken pox and then passed it on to me and my other younger brother. It was where I was forced to sit on a wooden chair and eat bananas, eve…
As I gazed upon Your sacred House,
I could not help it, I broke down.
I felt so near to You, like I had never felt before.
My eyes drank from a glass filled to the brim,
From the spring of liquid clarity, pure and undefiled.
I savored every l…
It was a summer of introductions and new concepts. My first summer in Pakistan. Everyone was talking about the heat and how uncomfortably hot it would be for us newcomers. Relatives flooded through the gates – unknown aunts and never-heard-about u…
Queen, Jacks, Hearts, and Spades,
My personality fades,
In a world where exploitation is the exposition for every living respiration.
A world where in desperation, no man does speak his self truths,
A world where one wrong move could make you …
I used to be perfect:
Untouched, unblemished, undisturbed.
Yes, I was beautiful before you
Came and changed me.
You seem to forget that
I was made for you
But you were never made for me.
You broke me
The rain leaked
You started t…
Intisar shut down her laptop, picked up her jacket and tucked a stray wisp of curly brown hair into her scarf. Picking up her bag, she walked to the door of her office and shut the light as she left.
“Leaving for the day, boss?” said a young wr…
It’s quaint, old-fashioned. Almost like a rite of passage, I suppose, to have this insatiable need for the “fairytale ending,” the classic one where a beautiful girl is riding in a pretty horse-drawn carriage, accompanied by none other than her ha…
I saw death coming right in front of me, and all I felt was fear. What will happen when it comes for me?
* * *
She lay there, weak, taking the last breaths of her life. Her lungs were suffering to exchange oxygen, her body emaciat…
I was no longer sure about the time of day.
Not a ray of sunlight was apparent to signify the morning, nor was there a sliver of moonlight to signify the night. All I was certain about was the opacity that engulfed the atmosphere I was trudging…