by U | Dec 16, 2019 | Blog
The sun sets in Istanbul, he once told me, and I never thought to question his claim. To me, it was subjective, like many things in life. The setting of the sun, the passing of time, the leaving of people, the changes in seasons, the loss of love. Many things –...
by U | Oct 12, 2019 | Blog
Every Friday, there used to be a bouquet of fresh flowers on his grave. His brother would walk up to the gravestone, the crisp leaves of fall crunching under his shoes. He would first read his brother’s name, engraved on the grey stone. He would dust it off with...
by U | Sep 12, 2019 | Blog
She watched the transparent fluid feeding into her veins through the thin IV pipe. Her limbs felt alien to her, jelly-like and useless. Her throat was dry, her thirst unquenchable. She felt restless but there was nothing she could do about it. She would picture...
by U | Aug 26, 2019 | Blog
The door chimed as I walked into the dimly lit café. It was empty, and the overhead speakers were playing a sad Arabic song on love and war. The mourning, thick voice of a female singer dripped through the violin. A woman soldier shouted: Is that you again?...
by U | Jul 26, 2019 | Blog
Its a humid Tuesday and as the dust in my mind settles down under the sharp blow of the air conditioner, I am reminded of the Sundays of my childhood in Peshawar. Sometimes, these were days spent well flying kites and roaming rooftops. Sometimes, these were days spent...
