PoetryGoodbye To Reality

Here I am again, back to the beginning, Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle That’s never-ending. Thought things…

ProseMourning

The moment I heard the Imam christen my mother a name I’ve only read in books, I heard…

PoetryStranger

In my house there is a girl impersonating my sister. She speaks like my sister, breathes like my…