It was a day that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. A fresh current of wind toyed with the tresses escaping my braid, lifting them up and making them whip my face like a possessed entity. It was particularly picturesque, with wisps of clouds extrapolating the overall ...
Yalina was fading into the murky gloom of shifting dreams when she heard her grandsons shout with childish delight. In a state of ebbing pain, she did not particularly cherish the idea of leaving the comfort of her battered charpai, but she had little or no choice. Groaning as she ...
I was fifteen. A child at heart, but mature in body, as I’d been told by the swarms of village women who stopped by our home all too often, to offer condolences for the passing of my mother. They always arrived armed with grand garlands of roses, large, earthenware pots ...
EducationUSA Pakistan once again held its annual Creative Writing Contest for students aged 16 to19 this summer. High school students from across the country participated by submitting original works of fiction that began with the line: “I pressed the red button and everyone around me lost their memory.” I ...
EducationUSA Pakistan once again held its annual Creative Writing Contest for students aged 16 to19 this summer. High school students from across the country participated by submitting original works of fiction that began with the line: “I pressed the red button and everyone around me lost their memory.” I pressed ...
