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  I sat here, like a loyal friend, by her floor bed. Waiting for my owner, Samira Khan, to wake up. She did in a while. I saw her frowning...

  The Black Coat One black, wintry night, Piccolo-Xavier bumped into someone while crossing the boulevard Peripherique. Once he was acro...

by Mehreen Ahmed bitter lemon                “What a strange name? Mowgli’s Mother,” Brenda Braidy said.             “Yes, very str...

by Mehreen Ahmed  coffee Juliet worked in a cafe up the road. Her pretty smile was something to see first thing in the morning....