Every night is a Mi’raj night! when breezes froze, sand dunes slept palm leaves perched, Zaytun...
Nada Nasrin
The Tinted Lens
Her hijab is red, her words are stained, her apparition is blurred! She was ripped, they said ‘she...
Every night is a Mi’raj night! when breezes froze, sand dunes slept palm leaves perched, Zaytun...
Her hijab is red, her words are stained, her apparition is blurred! She was ripped, they said ‘she...