A Morning of Mischief and Mercy

Sunday mornings are often a time for reflection and peace, but this particular day was about to unravel into chaos. As I rushed to leave for church, I closed the gate with a sense of urgency, only to hear the unmistakable creak of it swinging open once more. It was as if fate itself hadContinue reading “A Morning of Mischief and Mercy”

Mad Movement

I wore the most uncomfortable dress ever to the party I attended last week. I had to loosen the belt when I sit and fasten when I stand. Hikmah, my friend had a brief episode of allergic reaction to something she ate. I looked around, A girl of about eight years old was looking fromContinue reading “Mad Movement”

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