Category: Fiction
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I Come Bearing Gifts
Every day, Saai woke up at 5:30 a.m. to pray. He brushed his teeth, showered, combed his hair and beard, wore his olive-green robes, shined his metal legs, and headed to his corner of the bedroom where he connected. Every day, he sat on his modest praying chair, hands on his knees, feeling the smooth…
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White confetti
Darine opens her eyes; her vision is blurred with white confetti. She fixes her head in the fluff of her mother’s sweater. Earlier that day, Darine sat on a plastic chair on the balcony reading Perks of Being a Wallflower. Her mother sat on the floor next to her with a bucket of water and…
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The Hakawati That Saved My Life
A few months ago, on another mundane Saturday, I had a dream I used to have as a child – a decapitated woman sat in a tub of her own blood, her head beside her on the white tiles, gnawing at an apple. That morning, as I prepared my usual black coffee, I imagined myself…