Even though three days of mourning were over, the Iqbal mansion was still blanketed in grief. Sorrow, tears, and pain refused to loosen…
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Today I massage my throbbing eyes, forcing them to open. When I finally lift my eyelids, every part of my body screams in…
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“We should break up.” “Huh?” I forced myself to glance away from the screen. She sighed, “we should break up. I’m tired.” I…
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The divine guidance often comes when the horizon is the blackest. It was on one such day that I found the purpose of…
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I could have said no to this job, but I didn’t. Two reasons stopped me from saying no. My fast-emptying bank balance. And…
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Tim dared Ben and me the other day. Dared us to visit the woods. Anyone who knows me would vouch for my love…
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Bone-crushing pain! That’s not how I had envisioned my first few hours outside my home. A sweet kiss, a tight hug, or loving…
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If I had known how much this scene was going to haunt me, I would have slammed my eyes shut. Like mama. Instead,…
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My throat stays parched, and meek whispers reverberate through this box of a room. Flaky dried blood covers my bruised finger-tips, reminding me…
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The Elusive Paradise It was a hot summer day. The elders had retreated indoors for their afternoon siesta. Taking advantage of their absence,…