In this third-person narration, the author maps the unsaid and discounted agony of a young Kashmiri woman caught in the curtailed conventions. The afternoon saw her well, as the warmth of Sun uplifted her gloom. So did the warmth of the water. Like it was the only warmth in her life. Or at least the…
A Burdened Soul This isnโt a story I am proud of, and itโs not one I ever planned on writing. Itโs not even one I planned on living. When I was younger, I imagined that leaving Islam was a logical process, one arrived at through careful analysis of Islamic beliefs and finding in them something…