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Whispers Beyond the Clouds
The clouds had descended low that morning, curling around the emerald slopes like soft white scarves. The valley of Noorghar was half-hidden beneath them, a dreamlike place where the mountains seemed to breathe and the forests whispered stories older than time itself. To most people, Noorghar was just another name on an old traveler’s map, a forgotten corner in the folds of the Himalayas. But for Ayaan, it was a promise—one left behind by his grandfather, a man whose heart had belonged to these misty heights.
By Shahzada Luqman4 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Beauty Mark | Part V of VI
As I waited at the airport in Côte d’Ivoire, Abidjan (West Africa), for an Air Afrique flight to Accra, Ghana, where I had a day of work ahead, I spotted a woman whose face was beautifully marked with intricate and stunning designs.
By Mia Z. Edwards4 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Stealth | Part V of VI
The day before my departure to Asia, I sat through a thorough briefing, but this time, I wasn’t preparing for my usual solo expedition. Curiosity filled me as I wondered about the individuals who would be accompanying me on this trip. As the briefing unfolded, I was handed an address where I would meet my fellow travelers.
By Mia Z. Edwards5 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 12
Due to our security protocol, as I’ve touched on frequently, there wasn’t a heap of out and about. For that reason it was pretty exciting when we got the privilege to play a round of golf at the Augusta of Pakistan, Karachi Golf Club. Established in 1888, this twenty seven hole course is the oldest golf club in Pakistan. We were assigned to play the yellow course, which are holes ten through eighteen. This nine features both the longest par 4 and shortest par 3 on the entire course.
By S. J. Leahy5 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Devil's Triangle | Part V of VI
I had just participated in the holy rite of baptism, a significant milestone in my spiritual journey. My mother and cherished late aunt cautioned me that the Devil would relentlessly challenge my faith in God and His son, Jesus, often in subtle and unexpected ways.
By Mia Z. Edwards5 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Did I Have the Malaria Virus? | Part V of VI
After spending two weeks in West Africa on official travel, I had a layover in Paris, France, for the weekend on my way back home to Washington, D.C. Arriving in Paris early on a Saturday morning, I planned to visit the renowned Louvre Museum on Sunday. However, during my exploration of the iconic museum, I stumbled upon a disturbing sight that made me question if an art heist was about to unfold. Or was my mind, entangled in the grip of malaria, that wove a deceptive web of illusions?
By Mia Z. Edwards5 months ago in Chapters
