So it’s that time again. When religious factions spew hate speeches – long and venomous. It’s that time again when pale dead bodies, disheveled mothers and blood-soaked faces flood our Facebook and Twitter pages. It’s that time again when accusations are raised and fingers are pointed. It’s that time again when questions like ‘Who started … More It’s that ‘bloody’ time again….
I always thought life was about living. But its not. Because we are too busy trying not to drown in oceans created by other people. Wealth. Beauty. Fame. Success. Fashion. Family. Connections. Education. There’s much to be added in this list. We spend our lives trying to come up to expectations set by others. Loved … More On manmade standards and true measure of a person…
Fathers and daughters – a royal bond. Almost like the queen in a game of chess, standing out from the rest as something intriguing, something powerful, something special. Looking back, I have many reasons to celebrate my relationship with my baba (father). In so many little or big moments that take turns warming up my … More Me and My Baba
Rob hated his God forsaken life. “What else do you expect from a blind, forty-year old, trash collector?” He shouted at the sky, spurting spit all over his face. “This world will end, but these baboons will never learn to throw their shit where it belongs!” He felt paper rustling beneath his feet and caught … More Serves you right! (100 word short-story)
Nida Khan Writes 