Behind that fancy, lavish, meaty billion-pound inheritance was the story of a boy who never found peace.
— Umaima Kanwal, Al Muntaqim
“the world didn’t need to scream, it only had to keep correcting me, and i kept folding inward, reshaping myself until even my reflection looked like a stranger i was trying to please.”

“My breath slowly became stable, and all of a sudden, the power was out; darkness flooded the room.”
