Flash Fiction

There once lived a man—not far from the troubles of the present—who decided to no longer feel the pain of others.

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.