The Mullah
Once when Cousin Jamal was studying abroad, in Malaysia, he was found naked in bed with his girlfriend during Ramadan. And Uncle Muneer had darkened with rage and had him dispatched straight to the mullah, twenty miles from Petaling Jaya. The mullah was full...
Ismail's Demon
Ismail woke up with a start. He was sweating all over. On other days his lucid dreaming somehow helped. Provided an escape. But the things he saw just now leaves him unsettled. Vivid isn´t the right word. Nightmarish? He is surprised he can still...
love + lust + faith + dreams
An imaginary conversation that may or may not have taken place in a fictional space nice nice is too nice a word for it hmm what?/ just hmmm i am lost? are you? lost is a good place to be yeah i know fuck...
Excerpt from his poem “Society"; a work in progress.
Society, your values, gleaming and glistening in the sun, chanting the future of humankind and its morality, with devices of rhetorics and deceivingly moulding our logic, feeding your yearning spectators with their longing truths, your values, too pigheaded to admitting its coated medallion, its...
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އެއްމެ ބޮޑަށް ޔަގީންކަން އޮންނަނީ އަމިއްލަ ނަފްސު ވާކަމާ ދޭތެރޭގަ، އެހެއްނު؟ އަހަރެން ވާކަމާ ދޭތެރޭ މަށެއް ޝައްކެއް ނުކުރަން. ކުރިޔަސް، ޝައްކު ކުރަންވެސް ކޮންމެވެސް ފަރާތެއް ބޭނުންވޭ ދޯ؟ ޝައްކު ކުރާ...
Eye to eye
The traffic light was red in the middle of busy Majeedheemagu when my focus locked onto the young man next to me. In his early twenties with long hair, black t-shirt and torn blue jeans he was silent. He had a cast on his...