From losing your way at university to finding your way back to Allah
We watch from the sidelines. Some of us smile; some with perfectly glossed lips like maraschino cherries, while some of us haven’t even had time to pluck our moustaches,...
In search of Pura Vida: Finding the Macaw A loud squawk wakes her. Startled, she forgets where she is for a moment. The hot, humid air quickly reminds her....
It was gone. Just like that, all of a sudden. She searched and searched but it was no use. It was nowhere to be found. Panic overtook her. Her...
My phone pings. I pick it up and open messages. One word. “Kunefe?” My eyes light up immediately. “YES”, I text back. It’s going to take us at least...
“Amor!” “Hi, Honey!” His voice is distanced, muffled. “Amor?! Can you hear me?” “Yes, yes, I can hear you. Are you ok?” “No, I’m not”, my voice breaking slightly....
“Mummy! Mummy, wake up!” Ilias shook her, his voice desperate. “I’m hungry Mummy, it’s time for breakfast!”. She opened her eyes slowly as pain shot through her weakened body....
Author Nabila R Number thirty-six Mill Lane was an exceptionally average house. It had an average drive onto which the last autumn leaf of the tree in front of...