Emaan CWC 3rd

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 ...
Meeral CWC 2nd

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 ...
Zainab CWC 1st

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 ...