and then there were three words | zainab bhatti illustrations | rida jan
The Candle In my more formative years my family welcomed a new child like how the Wise Men anticipated the arrival of Maryam’s son: with soft hearts and open arms. I had prayed to my Creator for another I could call my sister but received more. Unbeknownst to me, the infant who survived the twists and perils of the River Birth and then the River Time would become A best friend A daughter A candle
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