Nazia slowly walked into Petersfriedhof cemetery conscious of her surroundings and closely looking at everybody who walked past her. She was thinking about the last time she was here, 24 years ago to get her aunt buried. There were lesser people then and most of them brought their loved ones to be buried, the mood... Continue Reading →

He stood in front of her. Again. He didn’t know how to face her, he could never overcome the guilt but he always had a glimmer of hope that, one day she will forgive him. “I couldn’t see, I was following orders...” he said, pleading for her to understand. “This is what we do, we... Continue Reading →

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