Author: Taslima Khanom

Let me tell you a story as old as time when the first ever love occurred. When the universe came to be, there was nothing ….

I see your reflection upon the dirty bus window. You stare back at my reflection, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off of ….

Blood dripped down the staircase and made a pool on the carpeted floor. My ears rang with faint buzzing, and I blinked to clear my ….

I believed in our lives being pre-destined, that there was something out there – somewhere – pulling strings in our existence; something bigger than us ….