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Conversations II: On the Broken Road [2]

“I’ll give you the brief version. My parents had 4 children and we were all devoted, fervent Christians; but our lives were not better than those who were not as faithful as we were. Two of my siblings died before they were 18, the other – a girl is a drug addict and a streetwalker. … Continue reading Conversations II: On the Broken Road [2]

Hope is a thing with feathers

Before the Eid, the days become cloudier; and like the schoolchildren, the sun takes long breaks. Rain pours on in those days, the kind of rain my mother used to call the lazy rain. Streaks of it dribble slowly down for long hours, and form large rivulets on unpaved red-dust roads. The sound that accompanies … Continue reading Hope is a thing with feathers