The Black Shawl

‘You promised me’ she cried ‘how could you do this?’ She was just a kid and maybe it was time to tell her the truth. Alizeh perhaps was reluctant. She did not want her daughter to contemplate much. Sarah was her only treasure and Alizeh did not want it to lose its shine. ‘Baby, I... Continue Reading →

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Miya Jellaluddin – Tryst with lost wisdom

He sat on his chaupaal with a cup of tea and an Urdu newspaper, adjusting his old eyeglasses and a chair that squeaked as he moved. His presence was never daunting to the kids who preferred playing around his veranda while he gulped down his sugarless tea. His veranda was nothing short of a dichotomy... Continue Reading →

Nothingness and the visage of strength

It began to rain after a long era of warmth. I stood underneath exposing my bareness, drenching myself. There was a unique purple tinge on the clouds I had never seen before. I searched for my belongings, my clothes, but I couldn’t find them. I began walking ahead to embrace the roughness of the gruesome... Continue Reading →

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