Tag Archives: Anam Sufi

Postmodern Emotion: A Subtle Seduction

He liked his drinks old fashioned, his women made of plastic, and straddled the divide between past and present like a well versed time traveller. Outside he was Mr. Ak-med Shaw-cat; CEO of Steel of Deal, a 5-linked chain of stores that specialized in the production of custom wheels. His subordinates viewed him as an…

Postmodern Emotion: The Girl on TV

The footage was grainy, and every now and then a horizontal line of static swept across the screen. I was sixteen and getting ready for a friend’s birthday. By then I couldn’t recall ever knowing a Chelsea, let alone being so invested in attending her party. Seif leaned forward to pour us another glass of…

Postmodern Emotion: Alice in Hindsight

Samsa dated dumb girls. The type who wore “keep calm and” merchandise in sizes that were far too small. That was his thing. Ever since freshman year in college he’d developed a reputation for being a bit of a roulette table when it came to women; always appearing with someone new whenever an invite extended…

Word Portrait || The Swan Princess

She had elusive eyes, noticeably high cheekbones, and a soft laugh that somehow managed to be heard despite the presence of other more belligerent bodies. Every aspect of her physical being could be described by the word, ‘long’. It was as though the finer details that completed her whole had been elegantly stretched by a…

Word Portrait || Old Age

She had been old for as long as I could remember; a quality confirmed by photographs that documented the last three decades. Not that there were many, but in the few pictures that were she always seemed to have been caught by accident; lingering in the background while casting suspicious stares at the camera lens.…

Word Portrait || Loaded Dice

There are those whose entire existence is defined by grief. Such was the case with the little boy who lived three houses down from us in the impish rendition of the modern villas that lined the rest of the street. It was through no fault of his own that he grew up haunted by the…