Walking away

  I notice her before she sees me. How could I miss her, with her curly reddish hair, Mediterranean olive skin, tight black jeans and matching black top. She stands out from the crowd.  She always stood out. I hear someone calling my name.  I know its her.  I don’t look back. She calls me … More Walking away

I made a Dua…

Let’s go back in time.  Let us all try and jog our collective memories. Let’s go back a few years back, maybe  5 years or so ago.  Was there something that was bothering you? Something you couldn’t handled on you own? A problem so big you needed a miracle. Perhaps it was your exams, a … More I made a Dua…