Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy One

Chapter Seventy One The hair on my arms stood on end at the sight of him as though the memory of his threats had somehow embedded itself deep in my bones. Iqbal Mahomed looked exactly the same. Unlike his wife, he didn’t wear his tragedy openly. Was it even a tragedy in his eyes? Mirzaq … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy One

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy

Chapter Seventy I spent the morning first writing back to Rayyan and then baking with Azmiah. All she really made was a mess but she had a ball all the same and I enjoyed it myself. She’d need a thorough bath but she’d gotten the chance to play with icing and decorate some cookies for … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Sixty Nine

Chapter Sixty Nine Rayyan’s departure had seemed to serve as a reminder to my parents that they too had been ignoring the jobs they so dearly loved and had centred their lives around. Mom was the first one to leave on a proper trip but they’d both been in operating rooms within a week of … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Sixty Nine

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Sixty Seven

Chapter Sixty Seven We ate pancakes. In between bites, I busied myself with quietly having a small, silent breakdown. I’d been consciously ignoring the inconvenient fact of how much I was going to miss my brother, for the most part. Amira’s spontaneous decision to join him had made me ache with jealousy. The little girl … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Sixty Seven

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Sixty Six

Chapter Sixty Six Rayyan’s eyes were wild when he stormed into my bedroom. Wordlessly, I lifted up Azmiah from where we’d been playing on her playmat and handed her to him. He snuggled her close, burying his head in her fluffy hair. “I’m using a baby to soothe myself. I’ve hit a new low.” I … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Sixty Six