Khadija Malik
Bio
Just a girl stringing letters together
Stories (2/0)
Grandma's Recipe
One cup of cocoa powder. One cup of all-purpose flour. One cup of melted butter— The voices in my head are quiet when I’m baking. And with each ingredient that I throw into the bowl, I become less alone. With each ingredient, Grandma takes a step towards me.
By Khadija Malik3 years ago in Fiction
Rain's Reign
“BREAKFAST TIME!” I wake from my slumber at the sound of those words, welcoming the ounce of gratification that food will bring me. I peel my skin away from the cool metal bar of my jail cell and try to rub away the stiffness in my neck. My eyes adjust to the sunlight shining in from the long rectangular window that spans the ceiling hallway between the cells on both sides. It’s the only source of light in this prison. I listen to the approaching footsteps that will bring me my meal and try, unsuccessfully as always, to tune out all the other voices around me.
By Khadija Malik3 years ago in Fiction