Stories
The Girl with the Blue Dress
Everytime I close my eyes, I see the girl with the blue dress. Her image haunts me.
Circumcision Day
I stood first in line, stoically, ready to pay the price needed to join the ranks of honored women in my lineage.
Trapped
I was getting ready for bed when my phone dinged with a message from my childhood friend, Shamhad.
The Homeless Man
I looked at him and thought, WHO ARE YOU? I wanted to sit with him and ask him more about his life.
