Jasmine Garlands
The sun disappeared behind a haze of smoke. All I could hear was people screaming. The streets reeked of death. The market was particularly crowded that morning, because Ramadan started the following day... Read more
Stories from the Middle East
Foundered Reality
The power was off and the night was cold and moonless. Silence prevailed; only the sobs of children and the whistle of bullets being fired in every direction dared to punctuate it... Read more
Clutches of Inner Turmoil
Here I am, writing as usual. I want to reveal what tears me up inside, but I am crippled by horror. I want to pour out my heart, but all my attempts seem doomed to fail... Read more