Blood Stains My mother was worried about me. To be frank, the whole family was worried about me but my mother was extra sensitive and so was a bit too anxious for me; reason? I was 18 years old and had not got my period. We were rice cultivators and my giant-sized joint family earned a meagre sum of money every day. My father was a workaholic dedicated to his farm and … [Read more...] about Blood Stains (Short Story) by Fiza Pathan
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Nirmala: The Mud Blossom: Coming Soon To Cry Out To Your Heart
Nirmala: The Mud Blossom: Coming Soon To Cry Out To Your Heart by Fiza Pathan There is a difference between the cry of the cock and the bleating of a young lamb…there also is a difference between the gaze of the wise owl and the stare of the fanged serpent. In this very way I too am different from you. There is a difference between the blood shed on the battle field and … [Read more...] about Nirmala: The Mud Blossom: Coming Soon To Cry Out To Your Heart