The whole day had simply been concocting the ingredients for a famous dish, fiasco.
I’d woken up for Fajr dreading getting dressed, because today’s dress code was to wear jeans and a t-shirt. How I could wear that modestly mystified me. I sighe…
What’s been said once was unknown,
Of tales long sung, long left to roam,
To dwell in hearts so new and pure,
Such words of man that cease to cure.
Tales they created so foolishly,
Of merry folk and love set free,
So did the people blindly…