Prose

Mourning

The moment I heard the Imam christen my mother a name I’ve only read in books, I heard a sound synonymous to the creak of bones. I do not remember if a bone creaked, or if it was me, trancing; but I think I heard…

Book Reviews

The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah

Blurb: It tells the story of two sisters in France during World War II, and their struggle to survive and resist the German occupation of France. I thoroughly enjoyed reading The Nightingale for its storytelling and twists that kept me gripped to the novel, overwhelming me…

Prose

A Letter To My Old Self

Dear girl who had a shoddy past, I am hoping that we will never meet again and therefore writing this letter to talk to you, to confess, to thank you for the times you have been there for me when the whole world let me…

Poetry

How Do I Tell You Ma?

Ma, You say psychology was your favourite subject. Then why is that you fail to understand me? You ask me “What problems can you possibly have? You’re only seventeen” But how do I tell you Ma? How do I tell you about the high-functioning depression…

Prose

To My Brother In Heaven

Dear Brother, Some may say it is unwise of me to write a letter to you when you are somewhere this letter cannot reach, but there are things I want to tell you, show you and talk to you about. Life has never been an…

Prose, Short Story

Unforeseen

‘Funny how you’ve got to get your heart broken ninety-nine times to feel numb on your hundredth’, she tweeted. Letting her long black hair on the floor from the edge of her bed, she took a look at her mother at a reversed view standing…

Poetry

Stranger

In my house there is a girl impersonating my sister. She speaks like my sister, breathes like my sister, her body is in the languid shape of my sister. But she is not her.   At night I see her body change shape, morphing into…