Why did the overcrowded capital of a third-world country suddenly feel like heaven? It hadn’t for the last 20-odd years.
Her world was indefinite, her spirits unbound. For she knew she had nothing to fear and nothing to lose. Each passing day, she was her own competitor in the long race in her mind.
My dearest Cinderella,
Your sisters can go fulfil their rite of passage
but you my dearest,
you will not go.
Pious puzzle
possessing an ability to answer
Come on, little baby
Try, choose!
Where’s your fluidity?
To be born a female in Pakistan is to already have the odds stacked against you.
Depression is not something that is clearly and rationally defined, diagnosed, or treated.
It used to be sweet
Like Ward Al-Sham
Adorned with crushed pistachios.
Trey sidled up to me like he was trying to hold my hand. He didn’t. The boy wanted information.
A poem about courage.