“It was the downfall of love, Lamia thought wistfully, that it inspired the lover to toss away any shred of caution just to obtain the pure, desperate pleasure of talking about the beloved.” — Shamim Sarif Copy Share Image
“Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again. Slow droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress. At dawn, I overflow with thoughts of us An aching pleasure that gives me no respite. Love… — Shamim Sarif Copy Share Image
“She had been trying hourly to ensure that this new friendship remained such, to be certain that it would not slip out of the… — Shamim Sarif Copy Share Image
“There was light and there was darkness, and where once, so recently, he had sat at his desk bathed in that light, now he… — Shamim Sarif Copy Share Image
“It was the downfall of love, Lamia thought wistfully, that it inspired the lover to toss away any shred of caution just to obtain… — Shamim Sarif Copy Share Image
“Lamia was not sure whether she liked Leyla. She was too quiet, too knowing, her eyes were always probing, she felt, and she was… — Shamim Sarif Copy Share Image
“Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again. Slow droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress. At… — Shamim Sarif Copy Share Image
