Fiction: Hidden Blessings Epilogue

Epilogue Faaiza had been wrong. She’d had no way of knowing it then, but Taskiya Mansoor was eerily similar to a boil in an unsightly place – annoying, painful to live with, and difficult to make budge. She had the sense to avoid Faaiza herself but suddenly, she began to pop up everywhere and it … Continue reading Fiction: Hidden Blessings Epilogue

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Epilogue

Epilogue I’d thought that newborns were the most exhausting of children. It turned out three year old little munchkins gave them a run for their money. Azmiah had always been active but lately it felt like she’d somehow engaged fast-forward mode. Entertaining her all morning, through the drive from the airport and the wait until … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Epilogue

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Eighty

Chapter Eighty I muffled a yawn with my closed fist. I was so tired my eyes hurt and all I wanted to do was lie in bed until my skin fused to the sheets. Instead, I’d soon have to drag myself up in order to get ready for the second too big, too fancy and … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Eighty

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy Eight

Chapter Seventy Eight I stared down at my hands, imagining the patterns that would be covering them soon. I’d almost skipped applying henna on my skin at all, thinking it unnecessary, not to mention slightly risky. Azmiah had been sleeping through the night for a while now (for the six hours that constituted her ‘night’) … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy Eight

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy Six

Chapter Seventy Six I’d promised myself that if I got too anxious, I would simply hang up. I wasn’t counting on him to answer the phone after barely two rings. “Hello?” a sleepy voice answered. “Azraa?” “Hey,” I breathed. “Um... how are you?” “...Fine. Are you sure you’re okay?” he pressed. “What made you call … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy Six