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Dear Diary, I’m writing today because I know there is no tomorrow. I am cognizant that my soul shall not witness bright mornings anymore; instead, I foresee them black. I also know that there will be no dawn to my life, and to be honest, I am scared. Thoughts inside me are roaring, and my heart beats fast but the...
The air was filled with the aroma of local food, a sweet fragrance of freshly cooked jalabi lingered in the atmosphere. The horns of rickshaws and the prayer call from a nearby mosque could be heard from across a mile. This was a regular day in the lives of people living in the most cultured city of the country:...
She watched the sun fall behind the horizon, face aglow with the last rays before the twilight beckons the stars. She knew these colors would fade within the gloomy despair of night, a sign of suffering that tomorrow is going to bring. It’s better to suffer alone. She glared at the clouds. Never had she realized how tenuous and...
After a restless sleep she gave up. The sun rays crept through the curtain. She stood up; eyes still shut and tried to find her slippers with the help of her feet. The clock showed 5:30 and she thought of going for the fajr prayer. Since her childhood she was made to pray five times a day. Even now...

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