Sofia javaid
A Journalist who Writes.
Latest Work
Unsaid
Letter 1 – Ruhi Addressee: Her late Abba Abba, I don’t know why I’m writing this. You’re not going to read it. But something in me needed to talk to…
Pink Rickshaw
Under The Neem Tree The last of the sunlight spilled over the rooftops of Faisalabad like ghee sliding down a garam paratha – thick, golden, and a little too heavy…
Chandni Mein
Sitting on the cool stone step of her childhood home, Hala sharply inhaled the sweet scent of date palm flowers within the air. Humidity wrapped around her, sticking to her…
Unsaid
Letter 1 – Ruhi Addressee: Her late Abba Abba, I don’t know why I’m writing this. You’re not going to read it. But something in me needed to talk to…
Pink Rickshaw
Under The Neem Tree The last of the sunlight spilled over the rooftops of Faisalabad like ghee sliding down a garam paratha – thick, golden, and a little too heavy…
Chandni Mein
Sitting on the cool stone step of her childhood home, Hala sharply inhaled the sweet scent of date palm flowers within the air. Humidity wrapped around her, sticking to her…
The Zuhr Salah of Eid-ul-Fitr
2010 Yasmeen yanked her sister’s arm towards her. Opposite her, Zohra suppressed a whine and obeyed. She fiddled with the end of her older sister’s kameez as she watched Yasmeen…