If Islam is to be reconciled with modernity, these voices must be encouraged until they swell into a roar.
All names mean something.
English, no longer an English language, now grows from many roots.
I seem to have fallen for women with missing parents. Goodness knows what it signifies.
We all owe death a life.
...in words and pickles, I have immortalized my memories, although distortions are inevitable in both methods. We must live, I'm afraid, with the shadows of imperfections.