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IT was her thirty-seventh birthday today, and he — the husband — had taken her out for a romantic dinner at the Ritz, followed by an eveni... -
MY father’s first love had been a woman who carried the ocean inside her. He had told us many tales of how she sang to the sea and held ha... -
THEY call me the mad man. Maybe it’s my long and messy hair. Maybe it’s my shabby appearance. Maybe it’s my habit of roaming around the ci... -
THE nagging would come later. At the moment, the scene involves a setting sun, descending toward its place of retreat at the bottom of the... -
One morning Annisa woke up, and when she looked in the mirror, she realized she no longer had a nose. “Astaghfirullah!” she cried loud...