It was only ever supposed to be a joke, a trick, a meager, selfish brutality that we thought would fade…
Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’ She was back in the rain- this time with a new…
Trudging through the sodden dirt-path, the permanent frown on Amaan’s face deepened as she lost herself in thought. The mud…
09:46 – I wasn’t getting any closer to my destination. I was still on the bus, stuck in traffic. I had…
January 7th, 4:13 a.m. “What was she saying?” Stumbling and mumbling in the dark, he searched for the door in…
Intisar shut down her laptop, picked up her jacket and tucked a stray wisp of curly brown hair into her…
I was no longer sure about the time of day. Not a ray of sunlight was apparent to signify the…
Surraya uncrossed her feet and then crossed them again. She shoved her hands deeper into her pockets, her itchy freezing…