Scotland Through Her Eyes – Part 3

Rays of sunshine emerged through gaps in the persistent and ever lingering clouds. Like rays of hope they shone amidst, and despite of, a bleak background. Rays showing her glimpses of beauty which she chose not to see before. Reflections glittered where dull waters lay previously. Colours developed and changed as the light drew over … Continue reading Scotland Through Her Eyes – Part 3

Scotland Through Her Eyes – Part 2

An array of boulders and pebbles, each helping one other to create a pathway for their love to reach the sea. Everyday the tide would take her away only to bring her back again. They knew she would come back, like she did everyday, and yet every absence was too long. The uncertainty which lingered … Continue reading Scotland Through Her Eyes – Part 2

Scotland Through Her Eyes – Part 1

As she looked out at the Loch, so peaceful and serene, it welcomed her with its beauty. It shared with her its tranquility and gave her refuge from the harsh contrast of the ever bustling streets and roads. People bumping into her and staring at her for reasons unknown to her. On this crisp, cold … Continue reading Scotland Through Her Eyes – Part 1

A Woman Scorned – Part 4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 He held the envelope in his hands, debating whether to rip it into shreds or read what she had to say. What would be the point, he thought to himself, anything she had to say would only make him feel worse. When the letter arrived, he had recognised Elena's handwriting on … Continue reading A Woman Scorned – Part 4

We are Our Memories

"Memory is the diary we all carry about with us" - Oscar Wilde Our memories make us who we are. Our experiences and choices throughout our journeys all lead us to this very present moment when I am writing this and you are reading it. If you woke up tomorrow with all of your memories … Continue reading We are Our Memories

The Spare Room

Zaynab was woken up softly by her husband, Hassan, excitedly telling her to come downstairs where he would be waiting for her. She said alhamdulillahil-lathee 'ahyana ba'da ma 'amatana wa'ilayhin-nushoor (Praise is to Allah Who gives us life after He has caused us to die and to Him is the return). She thanked Allah for a … Continue reading The Spare Room

Her Beauty

Every morning she would look into the mirror, carefully applying make up to her face delicately one stroke of a brush at a time. I must look beautiful, she told herself everyday. She doesn't think about who she is beautifying herself for or who her beauty will attract. She only knows that she must look beautiful, … Continue reading Her Beauty

The Fire Inside Her

Her soul was fuelled by hatred. There was a fire inside her, a wretched and unforgiving fire which ordered her heart to pour her hatred on those around her; anyone she came into contact with. She couldn't remember what had started this fire and after a while she stopped wondering where it came from, she … Continue reading The Fire Inside Her