Anniversary

Shugufta Mushtaq  A year has turned, the seasons spun, Since your sweet, earthly race was run. Three hundred sixty-five long days, Of learning how to walk through gray. They say that time begins to heal, But they don’t…

Dr Toyeba Mushtaq Twelve months have passed since my father left us, and yet the world still feels hushed, as though it has collectively lowered its voice in reverence to absence. The blank stares at familiar walls persist. The midnight…