Kites Know No Boundaries

Jan 8, 2026 | 0 comments

My name is Tahera. I am fifteen years old.Right now, I live in Pakistan. But my story began in Kabul.Kabul was never peaceful, but it was alive. We measured the distance between joy and danger by the sound of explosions we often heard. Snow, cold days, our coal...

A Vast Sky

Dec 22, 2025 | 0 comments

It started, with small things as many other things, both writing and publishing them, at least for me it was the case. And like many good stories do, it started with a picture. I was halfway through a cup of chai, scrolling, reading and doing nothing maybe, that I saw...

The Girl I Am, The Change I Carry

Oct 11, 2025 | 0 comments

They always ask me where I’m from.I say, “Do you want the short story, the long one, or the one I tell when I’m tired?” I am Afghan by blood, refugee by chance. I am from Afghanistan. But I am also from exile. From long lines and temporary...

Lahore, One Day

Sep 19, 2025 | 0 comments

Birds flying around the Badshahi Masjid, Lahore. Image by Capt pixel viaa WikiCommons. Woke up to the call,not of prayer,but a crowstealing bread off a boy’s cart. Chai in a chipped cup,Ginger, tea leaves, sugar, water more than milk,too sweet,too hot.Carack. A...

I, the Dust

Aug 27, 2025 | 0 comments

I am dust. Very small and barely noticeable, but I exist. Once, I was a mountain. Not the whole mountain, of course—just a speck of it. But a mountain is made of countless specks, as numerous as the stars in the sky. And still, can’t we call a speck of the...

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