Brain Drain by Syed Anjum Ali Bokhari
Fazil sat musing, lost in his thoughts, as the plane cruised high above the clouds, on its way to...
Fazil sat musing, lost in his thoughts, as the plane cruised high above the clouds, on its way to...
The stage is your master. It is what determines your fate. Words swept up by the current of time....
When I woke up that morning, it seemed like any other day. If I had known, perhaps I would...
Our thoughts are often clouded and gnarled by our environment; our concentration and feelings can be affected by whether...
When the Taliban’s poetry book was published in the UK this month, many found it very strange indeed, but...
“It’s too bad she won’t live. But then again, who does?” The words echo across Rick Deckard’s mind as...
Curry spices, patchouli and fresh cut marigold blossoms thicken the air. My gut twists. I close my eyes. Stomach...
Callum Mor walked directly to the edge of the fell. He did not look for the child but for...
She sat in a corner. Her eyes fixed at some uncertain point in the infinity;
I remember you and when you first walked into our house. It was late at night, cold, and dark....