Sarah Wasifa

"The city heat swells and dips between the concrete."

Given the brilliance of these movies, you wouldn’t want to miss them.

It was 7:40, and he’s been waiting on the other side of the glass, waiting for a certain routine to fall into place, a disassembled camera long forgotten on the counter: a minute till his father came in for his daily dose of my-son-is-a-disappointment tirade,

His mind itched to remember something, something lost down the back of a sofa, a copper penny just out of his reach.

There it is. There it is again. The only bar of soap dunked in the sink. How repulsive.

The excitement for a great finale is reaching a fever pitch.

A pencil bag was found in the examination hall no. 3 on Sunday.

If you've ever stopped scrolling to look at a tiny cake, or even diminutive succulents, you're not alone in your admiration. But the question still stands, and it's a curious one at that: what is there to love in a miniature?