March 18, 2012
The noise of the fighting on the other side of the border has started up again, more a groaning clatter sputtering incessantly than the distant hum we have become used to. The fighting has drawn closer. The sound has been unbeara…
How I longed to live in those moments that passed.
Though stationary I sat, inside I was going fast.
For I was an hourglass of trickling sand,
Whose final hour ended when I fell from your hand.
There were rough days of constant turning
Death. We hear the word so frequently that it’s become almost meaningless. We see it on the news when we read about suicides, murders, and accidents. We see it in movies and even throw it around as a joke. But how often does the prospect of death …
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…
What if your day had arrived?
Imagine if your entire life was a lie.
Assess yourself as your sins flash by;
You’re wasting your youth and you don’t know why.
Tears flow, but there’s no time left to cry –
You’ve got one last breath, one last s…
It was fifteen minutes to midnight and sleep was the last thing on my mind. I lazily scrolled through the news feed on my Facebook account before logging out.
Suddenly, something caught my attention. My heart skipped a beat and my fingers went …
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…
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 had just dropped my sisters off at madrassah – the mosque school – and was heading home. The sun was finally calling it a day, decorating the sky with a glorious mix of orange and pink. It was raining lightly, my windscreen wipers wiping tiny sp…
I’m wasting colours, painting time,
Throwing the pen in the air,
Slicing okra in the orange-faded
Kitchen, watching the thirds tessellate
Like broken stencils in the colander.
The metal fades, so I drag the blinds
And unscroll the curtains t…