2 Quotes by Nagwa Malik

But she couldn’t stop. The smell of her burning house still filled her nostrils even as the chilly breeze swept by her enticingly. The screams that rang out were deafening; flames shot up everywhere. The screams were prolonged and were she, a little child of ten, not so scared, they would have been very irritating for they were constant; they were horror filled, they spelt death and terror.

Where you are is hell. Heaven is where you are not.Ramblings of a Psychic (unpublished work)