Allah hu Akbar, by Pharan TanveerThe Geometry of Silence
In the quiet hours before dawn, when the house is still and the dust motes hang suspended in the cooling air, I often think about the way we try to name the infinite. We use words like anchors, hoping they will hold us steady against the vastness…
Waiting for You…, by Biplab Arahan MajumderThe Anticipation
Waiting, yearning for your loved ones is the hardest of all. It seems like time freezes on those moments. The anticipation sometimes turns into frustration. Maybe for the grownups it became bearable. But still, don’t we feel the anguish?
Longing…
Boynton Canyon Storms, by Steve HirschThe Weight of the Sky
In the high deserts, the sky does not merely sit above the earth; it presses down with a physical, almost muscular weight. We often speak of the atmosphere as something light, a mere breath of air, yet anyone who has stood beneath a gathering…