I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
I stared at the row of pre-peeled and packaged tangerines sealed tightly under plastic wrap.
Let me cut out your mother’s tongue and lay it down beside you like my mother did with mine.
Rank badges, small bags, books, diaries, notebooks, files… That’s when it caught Razeen’s eye: a weathered, dusty old envelope bearing a faint, unrecognisable logo.
After 15 long years, long years of no freedom, long years of being buried,
Every time I enter it, this building carves out a tiny piece of my heart, leaving behind the sharp tang of hospital bleach and lemon-scented air freshener in its place.
Ameera was the apple of her grandfather’s eyes. Due to having working parents, she lived with her grandparents most of the time.
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
There are no lamplights in this end of the neighbourhood. Only tall trees standing upright on either side of the road, their leaves drooping down in lament for a long-forgotten motion.
He was, like most children, easily amused. Unlike most other children however, he never hesitated to express it. He was full of life and energy.
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
