Editor's Choice
This touches on so many raw nerves – Editor
Iya’s favourite subject has always been art. Today, she drew black houses like caries-corroded teeth, moon craters on Earth, and falling stars that didn’t make her dreams come true but brought pain and distruction. When the teacher asked her to add some cheery trees, she said, "True artists never lie." There are no trees left in her street.
The teacher nodded and clapped her hands. “Okay, children, tomorrow is Father’s Day. We’ll make postcards for our beloved dads. Bring felt tips and colourful paper.”
Iya gathered her pencils and album and threw them into her bag. Tomorrow, she’ll skip school.
The teacher nodded and clapped her hands. “Okay, children, tomorrow is Father’s Day. We’ll make postcards for our beloved dads. Bring felt tips and colourful paper.”
Iya gathered her pencils and album and threw them into her bag. Tomorrow, she’ll skip school.
