Tag: Maryam Jilani

Maryam Jilani The darkness had enveloped everything and the convulsing grip of land was pulling her down. Somehow, she still wished it all to be her imagination: the throbbing mud-covered feet, the bleeding wound on her arm, and the drenching sweat sticking the green choli tightly to her body. Despite all, the wishful thinking was still there. The grey net dupatta got stuck in the thorns of the widespread branches of the tree as she walked past it. With the dizziness engulfing her, she tugged her dupatta hard as it tore down asymmetrically. "We need to keep running, Bilqees' ' the hoarse voice echoed in her ears as she felt the eruption of wetness between her legs and watched her dilated stomach. No!, This was not how it was supposed to be; this was not the right time. In no time the fl...