“Bloody evening sky A lonely boat travelled on the ocean of huge waves Headed in search of new land A child was born incognito People threw up everywhere No land was visible No No Conflict of free will and pre-destination;… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share Image
“Nothing moved him. No sense of remorse could knock him back into reaction; no tears of regret flowed from those weary eyes.This seemingly innocuous… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“City was crowded Oh my My so many people Getting on Almost squeezed in the boat People once too many Tahu where was she… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“No living creature should have to feel so exposed in death, washed up on the beach in mangled meat of bloody distortion.” — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“Quick lightening crept through unpredictably in toothed lines, followed by bellows from heavens above. Nalia began to run like a petrified black gazelle.” — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“The green sea tortoise swim unhindered through them; this quiet underworld has here from time immemorial.” — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“The placid sea shines like an aluminium sheet rolled out to the end of the horizon.” — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“Their eyes wide open, they stared into empty nothingness. There was silence everywhere. Apart from a few twinkling of stars, masses of dark void… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“If one were to typify a place, then these are snapshots that need to be captured. Brazen realities frozen in time; progress impeded because… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“At the time I made a decision, a sensible one, in which love might or might not have had a role to play. What… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“Bloody evening sky A lonely boat travelled on the ocean of huge waves Headed in search of new land A child was born incognito… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“Down by the stream, Rose gathered many unknown little flowers and twigs. Nearby haystacks at the centre of the barn, nothing stirred: nt even… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“Tinges of crimson glowed momentarily, before masses of ink and grey crowded in. Constable’s sky would not have looked more poetic on its canvas… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“A shape across space beckoned her. Her spirits sank. She thought of the other world; the temporariness of this existence. Oh! The wall, a… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
“Being a published author is not just about selling books, or winning awards but it is also about the authors’ own maturity and sensitivity… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share
