I The yellow light from the low-hanging bulb shines on the right side of his round face, making it seem like a half moon, and…
At dawn, she drags herself from the bed, leaving the sheets ruffled into a heap in the center, walks out of the small room and…
I Other people die and stay dead. Others leave and never come back. But not Farah, my younger brother, who left one day and only…
Where I come from, they don’t name a child until seven days and seven nights have passed. They wait, because to name something is to…
The first time I met my father, I was a boy of twelve going thirteen. The year is 2005, and I am walking from the…
VIII Our paths cross just long enough for me to realise this is fate’s way of telling me, “This wasn’t meant to be.” It. Can’t.…