The River That Forgets by Fatima Zahra
“I have been here before, but I do not remember why.” The river stretches before me,...
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“I have been here before, but I do not remember why.” The river stretches before me,...
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The crisp water rides its way up the smooth sand and then retreats, leaving a unique foam I...
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Does anyone care for Romance any more? Laila and Majnu, Sohni and Mahiwal, Romeo and Juliet? Film...
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ventnor city, new jersey in the long stripe of setting sun, at the hour...
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It starts- My footsteps enter the rose-garden, it withers with every step...
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A mirage along scorching deserts is an illusion that makes the faint heart flutter. ...
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In great distress, Daniel rummaged around for the missing books. He had been tasked...
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I don’t know why they have brought me here. This place seems familiar, but...
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…once – even without these frozen words you can no longer bear to write. You are afraid to...
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It must still be him, placing a piano on the blue glass roof of the sea, making you quiver like a...
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