‘Face’: Sehri Tales selections, Day 19

I. 

Dear mother, 
May your face be the last one I see before I die, and may it also be the first one I see every time I escape death. Yes, I was talking about my soul. 
But guess what mother, I pray that even when my soul leaves my body for good, may I lie in your arms, gazing upon your beautiful face filled with love.
Apologetically, your only child,
Aishwarya.

by Aishwarya Rayhan 

II.

"My son deserved better. Someone with a prettier face and longer hair. I don't know why he chose you", Shupti's mother-in-law groaned.

Shupti smirked and replied, "Because his choice is more than just a face!" 

by Kashfia Kamal Metheela

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‘Diary’: Sehri Tales selections, Day 18

III.

Moon's face reminded me of Carrie Fisher's. That's not a good thing. Especially when it's your rival who looks like this virginal goddess in a classroom of boys obsessed with Star Wars.

Moon was my Jolene. When Dolly Parton's crooning pleas filled the dusty air of my room, I envisioned Moon's face. I was on my knees begging to her not to steal my man.

Everyone liked Moon--my boyfriend, my best friend. Sometimes, I worried she would steal my bullies too. But of course, she was too pretty to get bullied. They would probably become her cronies instead.

All of my year mates, my boyfriend and best friend included, have grown up with Moon. And from what I've heard, she has always been the pretty girl. And I, being the scruffy new girl with the scrappy attitude, will always remain the oddball. 

However, Moon did not have to steal my man. He'd gone sticking his tongue down every girl's throat at school. Except Moon's. When I found out that even my best friend was complicit in having her cavities explored by him, I felt entirely alone. I ate my lunch in the auditorium washroom because I did not want their eyes boring down my back. 

Moon came to me in those days. She ate her lunch with me in quiet company, not a single word. I noticed then that she looked like Margaret Hamilton. That was the first time I understood why she was so well-liked.

by Tashfia Ahmed