Nouroz Imam

The dry air courses through my lungs, the scorching heat tearing up the skin I once wore beautifully. In the end all that’s left is an empty shell, a husk of what I could have been. In a place where dreams are meant to die, where shackles are the norm of society, where how submissive

Lucky are those who get an education these days when the expenses of life have made it more a privilege than a right. I am Tahira from Trolly Ada, a place where everyone seeks a better education for their children so that they may go far in life. My parents also brought me up with