Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Samran Ramzan and was part of our 2019 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. It wasn’t his breathing that kept Imran awake at night, it was the man’s cold fingers trailing up his thighs. Sunlight poked through the holes in the newspapers covering the only…
This story is by Samran Ramzan and was part of our 2018 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Isaac’s job was simple, round up the children and lock them in cages. “Open your eyes,” said his partner, jabbing Isaac in the hip. The MPD insignia shone like a patch…
It was after midnight when the soldiers marched to the village in Myanmar. Flames flickered as if the sun had exploded.
“Wake up,” whispered Mya, ripping her son from his dreams.
There wasn’t time to pack. No food, no warm clothes. Kafia rubbed his eyes, arms around his mother’s swelled belly.
“Momma, what’s happening?” Fear and a million questions stared back at her.
“We have to go.”
by Samran Ramzan Every time my mother looks out the window into the back garden, that glint in her eyes, dictating a life before I was born, stares back at me. We watch as Baba props the ladder against the guava tree. He shakes it, making sure it’s sturdy. Filled with unripe guavas, the branches…
