"That’s why I have jars of jealousy, anger, sadness, monotony, but this – it’s important."
She frantically whisper-screamed at him, “Stop yelling! And this is serious Fayaz, we need to find that box.
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.
You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?
Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net
If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”
An Eid special edition of Rising Star's monthly comic strip.
