The R Word

My Demise  “I would be back in 10 minutes,” said Ahmed as he took the phone off his ears. He then picked up the teacup in front of him and took the last sip after having to laugh at his friend’s joke.    The group then got up from their seat and Ahmed bid his friends a farewell and made his way towards his building but before walking away he turned and hugged his childhood friend, who happened to be his best friend too.    “Now! There, Ahmed, I happen to support your rights, but I am not gay” mocked his friend.    “Ahh! Shut up! Always remember even if I was gay, you’re never my type.”   “Aww”    They both laughed and Ahmed made his way towards his building’s door and saw his friends parting.   He then waited for the elevator at the reception of his building while the guard smiled and told him how the eight floor’s Mr. Bohio, a rich tribe man owning both the penthouses on that floor, is creating havoc at midnights because of co...

“It took me 6 months to score an admission, and those 6 months I was once again in the closet. I mean I literally didn't talk to anyone, and I was all socially awkward back. But once I reached my University that was away from my own city, I chose like most out-of-state students to stay on-campus. This gave me a whole new way to look at my life and learn new things. Living in a hostel, on-campus taught me a lot of things, from how can people manipulate you to do something for them and then leave you right in the middle and also taught me how to make new friends. It taught me how to survive on my own and the best part, it brought out from within me my hidden sarcastic self. Sometimes, I do hate my sarcastic self. Still, this sarcastic self within me later proved to be one reason I was liked by the audience at open-mics and stand-ups. Living in the hostel made me independent, I learned how to tackle my situations alone, and I became this contained person. I showed everyone...