On Monday morning, precisely at 10.00 o’clock, I received a call from Vanessa, the secretary of the bank manager who is my boss. ‘He wants to see you,’ she said. A summon
The North Wind and the Sun
By Shakir Hussain In an Aesop’s fable the Sun and the Wind played tricks to strip an innocent traveler of his coat. Even as a child, when I first read
Breakfast on the Patio
By Shakir Hussain The Chairman will breakfast this morning at our house in Emirates Hills. The summer heat is almost gone and we will breakfast on the patio overlooking
Flash Fiction: Red Lips
By Shakir Hussain ‘Red Lips is a degenerate man,’ Nawal said. ‘He’s not bad looking, but he’s degenerate because of his red lips.’ The girls, and there were four of
A Proposal – Shakir Hussain
A Proposal By Shakir Hussain Rakibelcadillac is an old song about a man who drives a Cadillac and is in love with a local girl. In the afternoons he haunts