I. I walk upon what ceases to remain, Where neither wall nor beam was spared. I walk on broken glass…
We step onto the stage, just me and my classmate. We’d been through three levels of improv class together, and…
In my Masjid, the Khateeb mentioned two stories that were very touching and emotional. They were the Tale of Two…
It’s funny, how we live life fretting over the pettiest things, and not fretting over the important things. For example,…
“It’s Afra,” she says wearily. “My name is Afra. Your name is Khawlah. It’s not hard to call people by…
She walked with her legs heavy and her soul down. The air was cold and sharp and stung the inside…
It was a beautiful moonlit, starless night. I gazed out of the window and breathed in deeply. It all seemed…
Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’ She was back in the rain- this time with a new…
I don’t want to get caught up in details, but details make me, me It’s an interesting thing when you…
Nothing comes, nothing comes like the setting of the sun, like a song already sung, nothing comes, nothing comes. Still…
Beyond a forest whence wind whispers, Amidst harmony and her sisters, Among vast land and alluring shadows, Stood a lake…
I used to be perfect: Untouched, unblemished, undisturbed. Yes, I was beautiful before you Came and changed me. You seem…