Muslim Rizvi It was just another ordinary Tuesday evening in a typical suburban Toronto neighborhood. It has been a cold harsh winter and the early April showers were turning out to be cooler than usual as well. I hate to be whining about the weather. When I moved to Canada from Pakistan, somebody told me […]

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 […]