~ Karachi, Pakistan ~ “Parathas, one plate of Seekh kebab and one chicken tikka” “Anything else, sir” inquired the waiter “Ek Malai Boti bhi kar dena” replied Faraz.
I sit here in this empty hallway, thinking about the memories that are engraved, in a way, here. Memories of you and I, spending quiet moments, appreciating each other’s existence.
I’m glad that I’m not a man. I can’t imagine how difficult it would be to survive in a world where I’m not allowed to break down just because
She couldn’t protest. She couldn’t protest because the man had his hand over her mouth. She couldn’t protest because she didn’t understand what the man was doing to her. “You’ll