Five years ago my mum’s second brother departed this world, for the next. A wonderful, generous and kind man who never fully recovered from a stroke he suffered 11 years prior. During the time leading up to his death, his … Continued
![The Piano [Fiction]](https://i2.wp.com/saajida.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/piano-rose.jpg?fit=1366%2C768&ssl=1&resize=846%2C400)
§ Just as she retired for bed, she started to hear the muffled sounds of the piano being played downstairs. With a small sigh, and a slight hint of a smile, she reached for her bedroom door handle, slowly pulled … Continued
§ While I sit, working through a ton of things to do before I can retire for the weekend, my headphones are blasting an Arabic song whose lyrics I cannot tire of. As much as words cannot be used to … Continued
