Blogs from Sameera Rashid
-
-
-
-
-
-
On a crisp autumn day
My soul yearns for a divine dance: a dance that lets it break shackles of earthly existence.
-
Doomed to a life of drones
A little boy with blood-stained bandages lay on a bed next to him. There was also an old man in the room.
-
Kahlil Jibran meets Rumi
Have you ever noticed why dervishes whirl with one hand held upwards and the other hand held downwards?
-