Ridhwan BadamasiinScribeThe Left BehindsCold hallways echoing with sighs, adorned with harsh white coats. The smell of disinfectant and tearful prayers rising from the gloom.Mar 22, 20201Mar 22, 20201
Ridhwan BadamasiinScribeThe Utter Aching of YouthI think about disappearing a lot but where would I go? Yesterday, I watched the setting sun bleed into the clouds, the sky was a palette…Mar 21, 2020Mar 21, 2020