March 6, 2025

The Dance of the Peacock, Part 2

The peacock was now an intermittent visitor to the garden at Sakoonat-e-Siddiqui, just as Sumaira’s cheerfulness had become more and more an occasional companion. She couldn’t help drawing a comparison between the bird seeking out her garden and her wellbeing seeking the outdoors.
March 2, 2025

The Nature of Work, Part 4

“And the emptiness of the casket, Little Father, is the great revelation of Apostolis, the hevel of your favourite writer Ecclesiastes, that all our desires and ambitions are ‘mere breath’, and—” He paused to suck in air, “and that even our desire for wisdom is ‘chasing the wind’. Please bring Fotis more water.”
March 1, 2025

Nothing More Than a Lesson

She was dragged behind you, always taking small and hesitant steps. Her wrists were wrapped in ragged string. Broken and repaired with her own hands. Each time the string would snap, she’d find some way to piece it back together. She was always wrapped up in her head, it drove her crazy, she labeled herself unlovable.
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