The Spirits of the Deceased – A Short Story by Imaan Siddiq

(This story is dedicated to the martyrs and the prepossessing people and the land of Kashmir that remains under constant suppression and oppression and as a result millions have died in cold blood.) Spirits of the Deceased Amir could feel his heart pulsating endlessly in his chest as his eyes refused to see that which […]

“A Dead Brother.” – A Short Story by Imaan Siddiq

(This story is sincerely dedicated to the Pakistan Army and for that matter, to all military men, women and personnel who incessantly put their lives on the line to give others another chance to breath in peace.) A Dead Brother. As the time that had once flowed ceaselessly through the infinite gullies of beauty, Khalid […]

“Even These Words” by Imaan Siddiq

Even These Words It isn’t when I close my eyes, That I see you. For the vision is ever-present, As I stare into the nothingness, And you look down upon me. It isn’t a sadness that I feel, Nor is it a sign of grief. It is a grin of tranquility, And the happiness […]

“You Won’t Succeed.”

“How dare you say that which you don’t mean. It’s not your place to hear or see.” I shrink my body and avert my eyes. “Speak you mule, you insolent being.” “Words, Oh Words,” is all I could murmur. What life is I fail to understand, If words could contain it, death would be envious. […]

“A Reminiscence.” by Imaan Siddiq

As I sprint through the dense fog, And the green foliage surrounds me, Ever-going and infinite like a blanket of comfort and warmth. An oath to intercede, A promise nonetheless finite, But scars infinite. I make my way through it all, Knees grazed and conscience shattered, Hands scarred and hair pulled out. I reminisce at […]