Ali, Omar and Hassan stood gazing at the sea. Wild currents crashed to the shore, spraying frothy water and salty droplets on their faces. Their
“That was my favorite ring. How could I be so careless?” Samra Apa sniffed away a tear. Mama gently stroked Samra Apa’s head, which was
It was a lazy Sunday. I was still in bed. My bedroom looked like a battle ground: clothes on the floor, games and books strewn
“Can men actually fly?” asked a wide-eyed Hannah. Samra Apa chuckled: “Where have you seen that?” “In the movie,” replied five-year-old Hannah innocently. “Hmm…” Samra
O PHARAOHS OF OUR TIME BY KIRAN SHAH Is this how you want your stories told, O Pharaohs of our
Ali wheeled down the park on his shiny black bike in the lovely November breeze. Not far, he spotted Omar and Hassan talking to a
“One female polar bear swam for nine days straight in the Beaufort Sea north of Alaska, USA. Can you believe that?” Dad peered from behind
“‘Why can’t girls be strong and smart?” asked Hannah, innocently. Samrah Apa’s face turned red; however, being older and more sensible, she stopped herself from
“I want to sleep!” whined Ali, digging deeper into his soft dark blue comforter. “It’s Fajr. You have already missed the Jamaat. Now rise and
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