I have a very cliché craving for someone to ask me if I'm alright. There the willow stood, unmoving, Its hollow trunk soiled and leaves blackening, No wind teases it, its shriveled and dry Branches drove away all that passed by. There is nothing profound about it Save the silence around it Its craving for … Continue reading Uninspired.


On Hijab and idiosyncrasies.

In the name of God Almighty. It's the 21st century – horses are no longer martyred in long-distance journeys, our daily bread usually comes with coke and fries on the side, and technology has advanced so much that we find the most childish reasons to start wars (oh wait- that's nothing new). But such is … Continue reading On Hijab and idiosyncrasies.