Our Ashes
Our Ashes Mayedatul Mutahharah The winds kissed my cheek as I began to press my feet against the pebbles of this dusty road. But this
Our Ashes Mayedatul Mutahharah The winds kissed my cheek as I began to press my feet against the pebbles of this dusty road. But this
A Moving Grave Mayedatul Mutahharah In the distance, the first blush of dawn bleeds against the soft sky. The morning sun climbing up the horizon,