The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tint to the sky. She looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity and soon her eyes …
She had always loved the waves. On beaches, they blanketed the sand, slowly coming to a standstill. Near cliffs, they crashed against the stone, wearing away at it, trying to get through, to break it somehow. Now, as she struggled …
don’t call me dark and expect me to be offended don’t call me dark and expect a justification don’t call me dark and expect me to be embarrassed my complexion is the colour of my soil the very one that …
I open my teary eyes, gloomy and disconsolate, the clock striking seven, but no school bus honking at my gate, I take a trip down my memory lane, and gratifying, jovial reminiscences overcrowd my brain, Guffawing foolishly with my pals …
Yesterday as l prostrated before Allah swt in Fajr, my sujood comprised of a thousand apologies. I just couldn’t fathom what we had done to make the Most Forgiving, so angry at us that we were losing thousands of people …
Drifting towards the deep sea which has been perturbed with the fright carried in the floating hearts— Petrified minds that block a Pollyannaish’s view of its surroundings— Eyes which focus on the discerned sight and neglect the bright outlook— —Such …
#PK8303 Generation’s grieves on the passing away of two of our precious alumni and their parents in the tragic air crash on May 22, 2020. إِنَّا لِلَّٰهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ Aaima Waqas (10) and Aliyan Waqas (6), were at Generation’s …
The hearts beating fast. The jolts and the fear. The smoke and the screams. The silent prayer. The hope. The courage. The faith. The pain. The want. The wish. The yearn. The flame. The father holding onto his son. The …
Those precious memories Of all those years in school Come crashing down in your mind As you stand there, fingers wrapped around your academic degree of a graduate The ear-piercing screech of the chalk against the blackboard Your teacher towering …
Enforced within walls known intimately Reminded perpetually of the tempestuous nature of blood Coerced into turning leisure to time productively spent A thousand disputes silenced by the passing of loved ones, a fabricated placidity Pyres of frustration blazing endlessly Fade …
