An Account of Clashes

It was Friday, long past the hour when the adhan rang out along the streets and rooftops shepherding the final stragglers through the yawning doors of Ibrahimi Mosque to rest upon the compassionate breast of Allah. The sun sizzled in the cloudless, summer sky causing everyone's clothes to stick to them like a second skin …

The Waters of Redemption

Buried beneath the raw flesh of every scar there lies a story, a veiled truth manifested in the physical form. If you listen close enough they will whisper, confessing our sins, our triumphs, our follies and, even, our secrets.His scar was no different. It stretched from just below the base of his thumb, over its …