Babajan
“It was the summer my father was in the hospital.” By Maria Niazi, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
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Read More“All of the girls came to see what I had done with the neon orange piece of cardboard I had won. Everyone just walked away without saying anything.” By Afreina Noor, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
Read More“Sania watched her break, the woman in the mirror.” By Naima Memon, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
Read More“I was to only observe and watch Father and receive instructions from him for the first week. On my first day, I noticed that he was much more respected at home than at work.” By Abubakar Mehmood, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop
Read More“I have tried to imagine my mother’s face for as long as I can remember.” By Mahvish Yasin, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
Read More“Immortality is perfection. Perfection is possible only for those without consciousness or with infinite consciousness.” By Mehreen Fatima Ashfaq, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
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