Lipstick and nine dead bodies. That’s how her morning began and how her life, as she knew it, ended.
Dear Smoke Detector,
Lights open on a musallah. An Imam and blond man face the audience. Two bearded brothers, Jameel and Javaid, are on either side of the Imam and blond man…
I’ve been trying to get married for twelve years. That’s usually how much time people my age have spent being married…
This is a gift for the grieving / a potential allieving / for the pain at present…
For all of English’s faults, there are so many words regarding the loss of someone…
“Once upon a time…” Wait. Too dramatic, too cliché. It is a comfortable way to start, as easy to note as a lullaby. But this is not a song…
There are no lovely wonderful thoughts as she was captured and brought again to Neverland. Second to the right, straight on till morning, towards her doom…
