You, a grown adult, are afraid of the dark

You, a grown adult, are afraid of the dark

I was always afraid of the dark. Ever since I can remember. Even my first memory is about being afraid of the dark. It still haunts me, my first memory-not wanting to go to sleep. I didn’t have words for my fear, but I knew what I was afraid of even when I was a...
The door you had locked is now wide open

The door you had locked is now wide open

I climb the stairs, yawning. It had been a brutal day at court. B-R-U-T-A-L. Everything I said or did was criticized and made fun of by the ma’hars and ma’haras. The more I tried to correct my actions, the more they laughed at me. “Just because they are old and in...