The Cry Of The Daughters

The Cry Of The Daughters

In the hush of twilight, where shadows intertwine, A poignant echo lingers, a sorrow, not benign. Here, penned by Irtaza Bilal, a founder’s heart unspun, “The Cry Of The Daughters,” a tale yet to be done. Beneath the crescent moon,…

Mortality

Mortality

In the tapestry of life, a thread so fine, Woven in the fabric of mortal design. I, Irtaza Bilal, stand on the precipice, A founder of dreams, where life and death kiss. Bearing witness to the dance of mortality, A…