Mahtab looked out of the window at the moon clearing the rooftops, bathing everything around in its silver light. She sighed, envying Nasim’s freedom. For just like Mahtab’s namesake, as the moonlight was beholden to...

I’ve outgrown my childhood name, and I haven’t found a new one yet.””Ah,” she cried. “Then it will be my pleasure to name you for myself. I can tell you are a colleen after my...

And hope is but a dream of those that wake.