POETRY BY KA

  A Candlelit Iftar — A Soulful Ramadan Love Story The Evening of Light and Prayer The room glowed in warm candlelight, soft flames dancing like whispers of peace along the walls. Zara sat quietly at the table, her hands folded in her lap, her heart beating with a calm excitement only special moments bring. Across from her sat Ayaan, his presence steady and comforting, like a silent promise that everything was exactly as it should be. The iftar table was filled with colors and scents — golden samosas, crispy pakoras, bowls of fruit chaat glistening with freshness, glasses of chilled juice, and in the center, a small plate of dates waiting patiently for their sacred purpose. Outside, the world hurried on. Inside, time slowed just for them. Two Souls, One Dua As the minutes before maghrib slipped gently away, both raised their hands for dua. No sound filled the room except the softness of their breaths and the quiet rustle of faith settling into their hearts. Zara whispered her praye...

  The Half Egg Cake It was a Sunday morning. The kind of morning that feels slow and forgiving. Breakfast had already been decided — halwa puri, paratha, cheese paratha — the comfort of food that comes from outside, eaten without hurry. In the refrigerator, a small thing waited quietly: half an egg , left behind, forgotten, almost destined to be wasted. For a moment, the thought of a half-egg omelette passed through her mind. Then she paused. She had learned something new about life — not everything had to follow old rules anymore. So she added a tablespoon of water to the half egg, mixed it gently, and placed it back in the refrigerator. Not with worry, but with curiosity. She didn’t yet know what she would make of it — only that it would not be wasted. Later, an idea bloomed. She decided to bake a cake. Not because she was confident. Not because she had perfect ingredients or tools. But because she was free to try . She started from scratch, trusting her instincts. She dissolved ...