This post is not an opinion piece. It is a come-back-to of sorts to portray my writing style and thinking. A decade after graduation, I come back to this piece of writing every now and then to remind myself why I stopped enabling...
My name is Malik. It is the January of 2001. I have not been exempt from the burden of narration. My wife and my daughter’s well-being depends on it. I have been with money, I have been poor, I have been lost, I have been...
Like many of my peers, I’ve found myself spending countless hours on youtube only to realize my level of productivity deterring to a level I was not proud of. Every comic skit, talk show interview, and baseless video that...
Dark alleyways outside the railway station, street lamps with no lights, no sense of direction and strangers who seeked a palpable comfort in each other by staying close but not too close, this is 10:30 pm in St. Louis, MO. The...
It was right there, and it was just like she had remembered. Clearer in the daylight, no murk, no fog, just white in the clear blue. She stood in the snow speechless, dark shadow to her left, the inverted reflection of the great...
