Samin Sabah Islam
Samin Sabah Islam is on a quest to find the perfect diet while simultaneously swallowing the last slice of pizza. Throw her some tips at
Samin Sabah Islam is on a quest to find the perfect diet while simultaneously swallowing the last slice of pizza. Throw her some tips at
The day my feet touch the ground from here, she decided at that instant, is the day I finally become a woman.
Bhatu dadu died on a Friday morning, uneventfully and unobtrusively, surprising none in the village.
"He'll be here for the next one," he sighed and dropped to the ground too, "That's the good thing about birthdays. There's always more to look forward to, unless you die before the next of course."
On the night of my wedding I break the ice with my newly wedded husband by telling him about the first man I loved.
The day my feet touch the ground from here, she decided at that instant, is the day I finally become a woman.
Bhatu dadu died on a Friday morning, uneventfully and unobtrusively, surprising none in the village.
What is it about fireflies?
You’re a work of fine art.
"He'll be here for the next one," he sighed and dropped to the ground too, "That's the good thing about birthdays. There's always more to look forward to, unless you die before the next of course."
Sing me a song of merrier times.
On the night of my wedding I break the ice with my newly wedded husband by telling him about the first man I loved.
I store my tears in a jar,
Luna scrutinised the twenty-nine page long script with yearning eyes, waiting to find herself laced amidst the phrases.
Just as he was about to call out for someone, a middle aged man with a fluttering mess of greyish hair strode in with a blue file in hand. Shafkat cursed himself for not being able to recall his name.