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Madrasa Diaries | Chapter 3

“I was six years old. My parents had gone away for a few days and I was left in the care of my uncle, my father’s brother. They trusted him. He treated me like his own daughter. He would bring gifts for me, he would bring me pretty dresses, toys and chocolates. But when my…

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Madrasa Diaries | Chapter 2

If you’ve missed Chapter 1, you can read it here The next day, Yousef was still in bed when his father came into his room. His room stank of smoke and there were cigarette butts everywhere. “Yousef, wake up. It’s 2 in the afternoon.” His father said tiptoeing around the clothes and dirty dishes strewn…

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Madrasa Diaries | Chapter 1

“Repeat after me boys. Alif.” “Alif.” “You. Yousef, come and sit here in the front.” The teacher yelled. Yousef gingerly got up from the back of the class and complied. “Okay, good! Again. Louder. Alif.” He felt a hand on my thigh. I didn’t dare look down, he stared into my book and I tried…

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Confessions Of A Drama Queen

…please help me guys! As I was scrolling down my Facebook feed, these words caught my eye. Obviously, I was prompted to check out the page, turned out to be another one of those cowardly “confession” pages. I always wondered how pathetic these people are. If you really want to find the girl that bad,…

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Signage’s of Life

The wiper was tirelessly smearing the raindrops striking the windscreen. The sky, over the famous Shehr-e-Khaas didn’t seem happy at all although Haleema in the car was ecstatic. She was jubilant which was evident by the glow on her face. Her light brown eyes were full of light. She was excited but contained. Her marriage…

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The Marriage Playground

“Fatima, are you ready?” hollered my mama from downstairs. “Yeah, she’s almost ready aunty, just five more minutes please.” I looked at my best friend and my cousin, Maryam. She was so happy and excited. I could feel her excitement rubbing off on me. I was feeling a rush of emotions, I felt nervous, happy,…

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The Chai & Biscuits

A HALAL LOVE STORY “Would you like to ask anything else? ” he enquired politely. “Umm…No, nothing else, I think…” she replied back thoughtfully, rummaging through her mind for anymore of her planned essential questions that she might have forgotten to ask him now, for the sit-down that they were having. They had exchanged and…

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The Real Deal | Chapter 3

The next day, I woke up to my blaring alarm at 6 a.m. in the morning, feeling really tired. I really was dreading college, I was scared and nervous. But I could not just run away from my problems, I had to man up and face them. I took my time dressing up and eventually went downstairs…

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