Muslim Rizvi It was just another ordinary Tuesday evening in a typical suburban Toronto neighborhood, punctuated only by a lively WhatsApp thread where old university friends were logging on to play poker for real money, stubbornly debating the mathematical fairness of the platform’s random number generator before dealing their first hand. That distant, digital camaraderie […]
Muslim Rizvi I am traveling through a tunnel towards a source of white light. I have no control over anything. I just keep going faster and faster and then there is a dazzling flash and an explosion of blinding light. I close my eyes. I am in the courtyard of our old house in Gulberg, […]
by Muslim Rizvi Last night it was thunder Lightning and rain In the city’s suburbs In a dark lonely lane It’s the edge of the night And the nascent sunlight Is searching for way To make it a day Clouds that surround Are scattering away Less grievous, relieved With a heart void of fear Of […]
