Mohamed Eid Waxaan fadhiyay wajahada maqaaxi shaah oo ku taal magaalada Bloomington, markii aan si kadis ah ula kulmay waji aan igu cusbayn balse meel aan ku xasuusto aan garan waayay. Waxaan isku dayay inaan isku mashquuliyo isticmaalka koombiitarkayga oo aan wakhtigaa ka akhrisanayay sheeeko carbeed, balse waxaa halmar iga jiidhay mudutuusha qofkan dhankayga usoo…
Part 5: The Breaking Point The breaking point came the night Isma’il attended a school dance party. This wasn’t the first time he had tested his parents’ rules, but it was the first time he had done something they considered unforgivable. It began innocently enough. Some of his school friends had invited him to a…
With just the steady hum of the train to be heard in the darkly lighted compartment, the train rumbled across the countryside. The two people sitting across from one another were visibly tense, despite the dark skies outside that hinted at impending rain. He hadn’t wanted to sit here. This particular carriage, this specific seat,…
