The Sting of Sudden Heat
The smell of scorched earth always brings me back to the kitchen floor of my childhood, where a dropped kettle once hissed against the tiles. It is a sharp, metallic scent that clings to the back of the throat, tasting of ozone and frantic…
The Cartography of Time
In the study of geology, we are taught that the earth keeps a ledger. Every layer of sediment, every fracture in the stone, is a record of a pressure once felt, a heat once endured. We look at a mountain and see a static object, but it is actually…
Give to Live, by Zahraa Al HassaniThe Weight of Giving
We are taught early that to hold is to possess. We grip the things we love until our knuckles turn white, convinced that security lies in the tightness of the fist. But there is a different kind of strength in the opening of a hand. It is a…