He couldn’t even set up his tripod there; his hands were not as steady as they used to be some years ago. Age was taking its toll from his energy. After ten minutes of struggle with the tripod he finally mounted his camera on it; but he had forgotten to put the film inside. “God damn those digital...

He was seventy one thousand years old; but he wasn’t imperial enough yet, for there were angels who were older than him and still waiting in line. He had traversed the skies but that’s not what he was made to do; his destiny was to descend upon the earth one day in the times of utmost anguish and...

Hunger lets no faith remain strong; and to start off with, Uzuri had stopped believing in angels. Angels, that were supposed to come barging in with unseen miracles of help when a kind human soul was in trouble. She never felt any angel’s steps ruffling the air where she breathed. She was expecting...

Bricks, sand, steel and the deafening sounds of dreadful machines; as far back as she could remember that’s how her life had become. Her feet had long forgotten the soft feel of a pair of comfortable shoes or even remotely fashionable sandals; her only comfort was that wooden plateau that would bend...

Furnace smoke, dirty clothes and a stinking breath littered with the smell of cheap cigarettes was all her days were filled with. “God damn your soul, you little useless woman, whatever you cook tastes like meal from hell” it was a trademark compliment she would often get from her husband who couldn’t...