Today I wondered if life was better being called badchalan and dishonoured or going through something so painful again

That’s the sad thing about funerals; people gather for you, but once you’re six-feet under the ground, you’re gone...

As I lay in bed with the letter in my hand, I decided to read it one last time & then burn it along with the memories

Before he could let the tears fall, he was falling into a darkness he knew he’d never come out of again.

I'm responsible for how my son lives today.I'm to be blamed for his loss, for shattering his dreams, for his condition

Pure flesh and blood know where their loyalties lie; with their daughters, not with crisp notes of money.