by Sabahat Ali Wani | Sep 27, 2024 | Fiction, Issue #7, Issues
For the children of my village who can’t help but steal apricots from our garden.Go ahead, you little thugs, take them. (I) A little girl pulled at her pheran,¹ dragged it over her knees, and secured it under her numb feet. She brought her cold hands before her lips...
