Uzoamaka arrived at her aunt’s house in the early evening. The yellow taxi pulled up in front of the black gate and honked twice to signal her arrival, a young boy not older than sixteen opened the gate from inside and the taxi drove into the small compound… [10mins]
Her cries for help were more loud whispers than they were screams. Almost as though she did not want the aid that would soon follow were they to be heard… [6mins]
“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]