Shoaib Rashdi
And thus, we walked off together into the void of eternity hand in hand.
Our saviors are dead! They remain dead. The frigid pool of their blood clings to our human, all-too-human skin.
The wind will know about us too.
Taimoor, in a world that is occupied all across the horizon by strangers, she was the least strange person I have ever met
Let’s be valorous! Let us wage war on death, despite knowing we are not destined to triumph. Let us die with solemn dignity! Let us not run away from our fate!”
Her face was a dim choice of others but not for myself. What did happen did not that deeply hurt, As that which could have been—oh!
The company of my own soul, of my sweet darling Mildi.