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To my son Ali

I walked through softly murmuring hospital aisle of Obstetrics department, I went to the reception and asked for my blood test reports. “Name ?”, she asked without looking at me, to shuffle through the tad of reports she had lying… Read More ›

A Letter to My Mother

Dear Ma, Saying thanks could be so hard I never knew. Thanks for molding, shaping and sculpting who I am. The gratitude is for not one event, one chance, one moment but for the life I live, the courage that… Read More ›