mhd borhan

Tariq gazed out onto the rocky shores of the Pacific Ocean...his father would always say—the seas of change ebb and flow, and sweep away your troubles so.

A small think tank, named the Friendly Muslims League (or FML), in its embryonic age, had convened to discuss the sad state of affairs that was the public image of the Muslim in modern society.

Yusuf needed money, and that was hard to come by for a ten year old with no professional skills or experience...

Amir woke up on Sunday morning on a deserted island—without clothes or any clue of how he got there.

Edna wasn’t allowed to read—not because of her faltering vision, or the headache she got when concentrating on a large block of text for too long—it was illegal; well, at least certain books were.