"Ten Years of Silence"Wamda sat on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, staring at the screen as if she could summon his voice by sheer will. Today was the…Aug 11A response icon1Aug 11A response icon1
Distant Homes, Distant HeartsSalma sat by the small window in her parents’ house, in a country that was not her homeland. She had come here fleeing the war, carrying…Aug 10Aug 10
The Land Where Fear Cannot Follow UsLayla sat by her narrow window, gazing at the grey sky that seemed to suffocate the city she had sought refuge in years ago—a strange city…Aug 9A response icon1Aug 9A response icon1
Why I Chose WritingI didn’t choose writing the way someone chooses a job, a hobby, or even a passion. It wasn’t a conscious decision. Writing felt more like…Aug 8A response icon1Aug 8A response icon1
On the Edge of Waiting... Life Was Waiting for MeI never truly understood why I felt a longing for something I couldn’t name. Every time I sat alone, I felt like there was a little girl…Aug 7A response icon1Aug 7A response icon1
I loved them like no one ever could, and I grew tired in ways no one ever speaks ofI didn’t choose to be a mother... But I fell into this kind of love— The way a lover falls, with no escape.Aug 7A response icon2Aug 7A response icon2
