Perhaps friendship, like life itself, is fluid. Some people walk with us for a mile, some for decades.
By Abdullah Usman Morai | Sweden
The Unspoken Grief of Fading Friendships
It often begins quietly — a delayed reply to a message, a missed call that goes unreturned, a birthday that slips by unnoticed. There’s no fight,
In the restless moments of waiting in Cairo, I wandered between the ebbing of words and the depth of ideas, torn between the ache of loss and the demands of study and the future ahead.
I spoke to myself once, then again, then again—until I found solace in patience and summoned my unyielding resolve.
I remained in the company of my
Every July, as the monsoon clouds drift over my city, Moro and the winds carry the scent of distant mountains, a vivid memory returns to me like an old friend. It was July of the year 2000 — a full 25 years ago — when I embarked on an unforgettable journey to the northern areas of Pakistan. A journey that wasn’t just about
You know…
Being a daughter…
Isn’t just about being born.
It’s about—
Carrying your own silence
Like a second skin.
Nisar Banbhan, a seasoned poet and writer, based in Karachi, the capital city of Sindh shares his poetry
Hailing from Village Mir Muhammad Banbhan, Taluka Mirwah, District
“What is it you really want?”
The thought, once stripped, is smiling.
I gaze at it for a long time.
Dr. Siyoung Doung, a poetess from Korea, shares her poems
Dr. Siyoung Doung graduated from the Department of Korean Language and Literature at Dongguk University and earned a Ph.D. in Korean Language and Literature
