Zaufishan: short stories

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I'M NINE YEARS OLD, swung back on the sofa, watching the wooden chair in my father's hands come to hit me for the third time. It...Read More

"She said she loved me. But she married my brother."

'THE FIRST TIME I saw her was on the tube; she was just getting on with her friends, and she was smiling really wide at something, and I...Read More

Muslim girl: "But I love him..." Me: "No, you 'lust' him. You're 19. At 19 everyone confuses good looks and...Read More