The Sweet Pain of Love

I was sixteen then. She must be merely in her early twenties. I would see her daily on the college bus. A loner and extremely mysterious, she had something so special about her that I, despite my bubbly self, couldn’t help but notice her. Clad in black from head to toe, she used to uncover … Continue Reading

Fantasies

After hours of sitting on the floor, taking sabaq, I heard my mother’s voice in my head, “You should move around a bit before you turn into an elephant.” Not that I hate elephants, but a sharp pain in my feet convinced me to take a walk within my house. The target was simple: get … Continue Reading