“I'd morphed, altered, nipped and tucked away bits of my personality for so long, I no longer recognized myself. I feared that… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“In the nights though, I couldn't help but weave the golden cloth of my dreams. Each stitch from heart to thought, and… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
“When death becomes an escape, when it becomes attractive, the purpose of life is fulfilled. To teach one it's futility, it's worthlessness,… — Faiqa Mansab Copy Share Image
