Nature’s Child. fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar

Nature’s Child Tied to the armchair with a broad brown leather belt, his fists clenched, muttering, gasping unintelligibly under his breath, angry at something or somebody, an unhappy frown shadowing his brow, hair cropped short, feet bare and sharply white.She recalled the child’s first image. Everyone called him Tari, he was always around the house,Continue reading “Nature’s Child. fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar”

4 poems by Anjum Wasim Dar

When the Only Son leaves home for studies abroad. Everlasting Bonds, by Birth I never felt the distance before, Nor sensed the silence in the room, I never missed the familiar footstep Nor the clutching click of the door; Now often I think I hear The soft burr of your bike Rolling, whirring in theContinue reading “4 poems by Anjum Wasim Dar

WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022

©®| All rights to the content of this journal remain with WordCity Literary Journal and its contributing artists. Table of Contents Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack Every so often, we leave our theme open to whatever may be on the minds and hearts (and also in the files) of writers and poets aroundContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022”

Tellus’s Plea. a poem by Anjum Wasim Dar

Tellus’s Plea Call Cyclops! People with two eyes have become blind! Have lost their sane mind have lost the spirit of being kind. They lie, cheat, deceive and rob do not leave a single grain, on the cob Call Cyclops! for he may see the cruelty killing and rape the guilty making good their escape.Continue reading “Tellus’s Plea. a poem by Anjum Wasim Dar”

Hypoxic Hours. non-fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar

Hypoxic Hours “Mama, do you know what happened to you, a few minutes ago ?”Speechless and numb, I stared at my elder daughter Sara. Her  pale face, reflected grave concern. Something had happened, for I felt my clothes were wet. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, in a daze, my mind foggy.Continue reading “Hypoxic Hours. non-fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar”

A Spark in the Ashes. non-fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar

A Spark in the Ashes “From the ashes a fire shall be woken” — J.R.Tolkien. J.R.Tolkien’s poetic expression stirred the ashes in the sorrowful soul, blew them away a bit, and began to awaken the saddened muse, still in shock from the killing wave of Covid -19. It had struck harshly, crashing like a hurricaneContinue reading “A Spark in the Ashes. non-fiction by Anjum Wasim Dar”