My Death, My Murder

I sit by my window, gazing at the stars A mere ghost, a shadow, of my life’s past Cup in hand, but no coffee for me For it brings more pain now and very little glee I remember the joyful days of yesteryear I was young and innocent and held all romance dear Love and …

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FREEDOM – In The Face Of Death!

*Disclaimer: This story was published in The Nav Hind Times in 2007 Inspired by an Iraqi girl who lived in my building I was sitting at my doorstep. It was three o’clock in the afternoon. Why couldn’t I see the sun? There was smoke billowing everywhere. I hadn’t met Maha, Esraa and Zainab for seven …

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