Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "writing"

I held them in my arms and still felt amputated somehow, knowing I would never feel whole again, accepting that we would never be whole in a sense that made sense only to the wet nature and harshness of a female heart.

I looked down at the dozing twins and thought how they wouldn't remember their earliest memories. I would have to keep them safe for them.

But when the time is right and they are ready for them, I wouldn't remember those songs and they wouldn't care.