She was one of the most famous women in her town. Famous not for her wealth or lineage but for…
Continued from A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 1 “What happened Nana? Did you fall?” I asked between sobs. He nodded at…
I ran through the doors, leaving behind startled nurses and doctors. “Where’s the emergency room? Where is he?” I shouted.…
He sighed, trudging towards the bathroom. His day had consisted of chai, tables, charts and angry clients. He had come…
“It’s Afra,” she says wearily. “My name is Afra. Your name is Khawlah. It’s not hard to call people by…