On the Writer’s Desk
The lie in fiction is on the reader’s part; convinced what he’s witnessing is all the...
That Time of the Year
It was buried that October. The seeded fear I’d enshroud my uncle with after my parents died,...
Darussalaam
As she walked into the Fort Jesus that early Wednesday, an ocean breeze ballooning her abaya from...
Rite of Passage
The boy wondered if that was it for him. He scoured over the dozen papers before him, hanging on to...
Rite of Passage: Day One
The boy’s door flew open with a ferocity that knotted his stomach tight with fear, springing...