“I have been waiting for you the whole morning. Let’s have a look at it,” Professor Viran Moodley said, directing Fazel to sit on the sofa opposite him. They were in the lounge of the professor’s small, isolated home in Croftdene, on the edge of the Silverglen Nature Reserve… [6mins]
Each time we sit cross-legged in the mosque to listen to the Sheik, like we are sitting today, there is a trembling that happens in my chest. It is as if the words he is saying are vibrating my heart and shaking my body and making me to be sweating… [2mins]
This story was published as the winner of our 2018 Valentine’s Day Competition.
Whilst February 14th means nothing to a large number of people in different communities across the world, if you’re reading this, you’ll probably know that it usually marks the day of chocolates, flowers and candle lit dinners…
You forget his name but you remember it was him who catcalled the loudest as you hawked past. You remember you had had a crush on him – you admired his brown gums and well-groomed hair… [2mins]
In the beginning, I liked the fact that Yasir was already married. It meant he had more to give. It meant that even during a time where decapitated bodies had decorated the streets of Xamar, this man was overflowing with the will to care and provide for another woman… [8mins]
The swing was yet to stop moving. It shifted back and forth with a slight creaking in the air. Unused red cups were stacked in plastic wrappers between the slats of the wooden table. Marla’s white skipping rope with brown handles lay in the grass, which was damp after the afternoon shower… [8mins]
The burial is a quiet one, mum made sure. Only 7 people are in attendance—dad, mum, Iye (dad’s mother), Tochi (Olivia’s husband), our parish priest, Aituari (Olivia’s best friend) and me… [12mins]