Fiction
Motion
There are no lamplights in this end of the neighbourhood. Only tall trees standing upright on either side of the road, their leaves drooping down in lament for a long-forgotten motion.
Afloat, Untethered
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
The Oracle
He was, like most children, easily amused. Unlike most other children however, he never hesitated to express it. He was full of life and energy.
A Dead River is All I Want
You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?
In the absence of a light source
Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net
The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in your House
If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”
The things we do for more salami
An Eid special edition of Rising Star's monthly comic strip.
Facing the nightmare of darkness
Lighting struck everywhere. Amidst the enchanted woods, the howls of wolves echoed with a joyous "Awoo!".
Life through the lens of an electricity pole
Today, I am covered in lines. Rust from the rain, and the occasional overflowing water from the drain paint my feet in unchangeable colours.
Fog beneath the winter skyline
The two friends grew up together playing cricket in the garage, watching Pokémon routinely at 6 PM on Cartoon Network at Zuhayer's flat, and chasing stringless kites.
The After-chapter
With my memories remaining an unvisited dream, I woke up amidst the calm green meadow that gently held onto me.
