3 Quotes by Ruqaya Izzidien

The sun was close to that lowest point where it would soon burst on the spikes of the minareted horizon, and in these last few moments, its light pink glow would cast long shadows, even beneath the smallest child.

The kind of unrestrained sorrow that only people of the twin-rivered land had the sincerity to reveal.

And the Tigris sobbed into his ears as it mourned the splashes of laughter and careless small ankles and coracles bursting with watermelons that it would never again witness in all of history.