“Layla’s Pot”: A Short Story
Layla owned one medium-sized pot, which she used to cook absolutely everything. Not because she didn’t have any other pots – there were a range of other sizes, colours and brands stacked haphazardly onto the
The Last Visit
The Last Visit A short story and photo series by Shameelah Khan For my late grandfather. Papa Your skin bent Under the weight of the moon Managing to make water the shape of its shadow
Kebabs and Jazz
There are some evenings warm enough that the restaurant opens its large windows and keeps them open after sundown. The music at this North London Turkish spot may have been scoffed at by my new