By: Arun Mathew Warsaw, Poland- early spring of 1939 “And now we pray to the lord almighty to give us courage and power to see ourselves through these dark days and we pray unto thee for our sanctity and safeguarding the lives of our fellow countrymen. Amen.” Father Roland closed the Sunday mass. Flocks of devotees had gathered to St Thomas cathedral to pray for their own safety against the marching Wehrmacht. The Fuhrer had set his sights on stripping Poland of […]
By: mohammed hussein HassaN Dear Hadraawi, In response to your letter, I must say I do appreciate your compliments, even more so I do thoroughly enjoy and take your views on my nascent writing very seriously. The following is a humble attempt to explain the concept of ‘The High Branch’ that keeps cropping up in many of my writings. The High Branch is a height of oblivion regress on the African tree; a bad manner of public relations. The High […]
By: Faiqa Ahmad Life is very unpredictable. Things start to come your way when you are busy in handling other aspects of life or when you are focusing on other important matters. We all have experienced such confusion, where we go like “hey! That is not what I am looking for or better, ready for”. On one fine extremely cold winter night, Neha was rushing through the gardens and the mighty trees towards the comfort of her room. The wind […]
By: Syeda Samara Mortada She walks by memories of her past. She has gone through plenty in her twenty something years. Her childhood was pretty perfect, at least it seemed like it at that point. She had it all: a doting dad, a mother to spoil her rotten and a sister to look after all her wants and needs. She smiles at her own image, the image of her when she was seven years old, but it is a […]
By: John D. Barbee Ever since Pen’s abortion, I’ve associated the smell of spearmint with death. There were a lot of smells in that lobby like cleaning chemicals and the harsh scent of cigarette smoke on other patients. But in the days leading up to the procedure, Pen made a nervous habit out of chewing spearmint gum. I can recall the incessant chomp, each smack another slobbery cue that something was wrong. She picked up her first pack from […]
By: MUSINGUZI RAY . R In Karambiland, that famous land of ironsmiths and herdsmen, lived a village chief called Kalisa Karuhinda, the great great grandson of Chief Kaihura Nkuba of the great Bahinda clan. Like his forefathers, Kalisa Karuhinda was a very famous man with great wealth in form of land and herds of cattle. He lived with his two wives. Kinobi, the Unlucky One, the first wife, who had managed only to produce one child. Kiganzi, the Loved One, […]
