VERSE | NO THANK YOU

“I love you and only youYou fill my heart in every wayI will be but a shell if youCall it quits and leave me some day”Said the man with the twisted lipsAs he held her close, hands on her hipsHe’d done this a lot and then changed gearsThe words felt absurd even to his ownContinue reading “VERSE | NO THANK YOU”

SHORT STORY | THE FALL – (A Prequel)

T = 0 December 24th, 2022 Despite its inherent catastrophic nature, the end had come quickly, almost mechanically. Its very swiftness had robbed it of the tragedy and chaos that usually accompany annihilation events. Some say it had started with the largely unnotable skirmish on the Russo-Ukrainian border. President Putin had fallen gravely ill atContinue reading “SHORT STORY | THE FALL – (A Prequel)”

SHORT STORY | THE FALL

The AM star was just peeping out over the horizon. Soon it would envelope all and sundry in its orange-blue glow. I woke up as the motorised blinds whooshed back into their dark recesses near the ceiling and a shimmering oval of light perched on the left side of my forehead like a glittery fascinator*.Continue reading “SHORT STORY | THE FALL”

SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part Three

(I) The girls were finally on their way to hut number 76 in Hawks Bay. The beach itself remained a largely elusive thing even as their driver left the bustling highway and turned off towards the coast. The traffic was just as snarly as on the main road as six and eight wheeler goods transportContinue reading “SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part Three”

SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part Two

(I) It has to be said here dear reader, that Sophia was not exactly a tomboy, but neither did she exude the ripe femininity of a femme fatale – she lacked the necessary airs and graces required for that delicate drama. Ironically however, it was this very lack of the obvious, the normative and theContinue reading “SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part One

The alarm went off like a screaming banshee, putting an end to Sophia’s dawn time dreams. She had chosen this whining, grating sound to wake up to when she’d got her new phone two years ago, and had kept it; like a sadistic reminder of the torturously early mornings that she had to endure. SheContinue reading “SHORT STORY | THE RELUCTANT JULIET – Part One”

SHORT STORY | VELVET DREAMS – Part One

Saqib Zaka looked at the sheet of paper in his hands. He stared at the short pithy statements that descended down its length, as they looked back at him accusingly, tauntingly. There was some colour on the paper too – an angry red gash against three of the statements. Four-letter gashes in fact, that hadContinue reading “SHORT STORY | VELVET DREAMS – Part One”

SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part Two

Over the course of the last year, it had become a weekly tradition for Zubaida and Sikander to meet for lunch at a little restaurant near the Malik Art Studio. There were a handful of safe, soul-restoring places around the city that Zubaida frequented as much for their therapeutic vibes as for their practical purposes.Continue reading “SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part One

This story may be read as a continuation of an earlier piece of work titled The Sins of Our Fathers. You can read that here: https://theroamingdesi.org/2021/06/09/sins-of-our-fathers-part-one/ Zubaida looked at herself in the mirror as she always did before heading out of her one room apartment; straight into the eyes of her reflection. She passed onContinue reading “SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part One”

VERSE| WE, THE WOMEN OF PAKISTAN – Part Two

This is a tribute of determination, hope and new beginnings not only for the Pakistani women, but for all the heroic women around the world who are speaking out and standing up for themselves against all manner of cruel and brutal patriarchy. It is also a testimonial and a resounding voice of support for thoseContinue reading “VERSE| WE, THE WOMEN OF PAKISTAN – Part Two”

SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part Two

It had been decided. Zubaida would be given to the fallen girl’s family as retribution for the crime. An eye for an eye. Rab Nawaz had no family of his own so his brother, his next of kin, would deliver on the blood loyalty. For Haq Nawaz, there was no land to give away, noContinue reading “SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part Two”

SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part One

Zubaida looked into the little mirror that hung on a nail on the otherwise bare wall of the room. She took a bit of kohl on her little finger and applied it on her lower eyelids. She thought for a moment of putting a bit of rouge on her lips but decided against it. HerContinue reading “SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part One”