Nayal, a 30-year-old man, lived alone in the mountains of Udder. One afternoon, as he was walking along a narrow path, he happened to glance at a girl passing by. A few men standing across the road noticed this moment and immediately assumed he was harassing her. In Udder’s deeply patriarchal society, women are kept
Ali’s phone buzzed on a quiet Sunday evening. He picked it up lazily, expecting a message from his friend, but the words on screen knocked the breath out of him: “Your father has been killed.”He froze.News channels began flashing the headline within minutes: “Business Tycoon Saeed Khan Murdered on Motorway.”Witnesses described a suspicious car blocking
Ghazi sat beneath the tree he had planted as a boy. Its leaves were green and new, dancing gently in the wind. He came here daily to write poetry, to escape the noise of the village. More than anything, Ghazi loved this tree. It was his legacy, his muse, the anchor of every poem he’d