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The dry heat is returning. Not yet midday, the temperature soars into the thirties.

What are you going to do with your life? How are you going to achieve success?

Scattered around the grounds of an abandoned rugby club, the caravans each told their own tale of the journeys they had been on.

An ancient dawn.

Ten years had passed since I was here last.

4.07. She's late. Again. I know she'll slide through the door, scuffing her over-worn sneakers on the lino.

In Taliban-controlled areas of the world, to be a girl means to be afraid.

My yearly ritual of begging my mind to move to the high, safe fields of my grandmother's abode begins.

Beep Beep! I could hear the loud buzz of the alarm screeching at me to get up.

In winter, there is a certain coldness that still creeps around even after the curtains are drawn and the fire is stoked and roaring.