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…
Continued From “A Mother’s Gift: Part I.”
Three days went by. I went to school after the morning at Daniel’s house, trying to forget everything and catch up on my work. I wanted to graduate; I wanted to get out of the life I had thrown myself…
I looked at my watch, holding it under a streetlight. 12:00 – midnight. I ran down the street, heart racing, shoes pounding against the wet concrete. Bleak, dull houses passed in a blur under the blotchy night sky as I gasped for air, checking the…
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“We’re leaving”, they said. The door snapped shut. Our home plunged into silent mourning. My mind sealed itself into a labyrinth of words spilt in the heat of anger and the coldness of heart.
A coin upon a coin
Sweat upon a face
Time upon time
Time is running out
Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar