Iqbal said, ‘faults of one man nature can reprieve’. But when countless are the black sheep, what else but to...
Prison became my father's only home, and my mother’s second home, for they keep her in a different prison.
Eid morning will be bright and breezy with the sky a crystal blue. And I’ll just wake up and wonder… what did I do?
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