Ocean of burqas
Wrapped in a burqa silently in the corner of a decrepit bus, I embrace the nostalgic tune that begins my daydream. The tune creates images of the sea and its powerful stream. I think of how the waves extend outward to protect us. An ocean of burqas on board beguiling ships, Singing their hearts out to the fearless seas. Underneath the burqas, the expression of joy, And jubilation that comes with the tune eventually slips. A bolt of lightning slams the starboard side. My dream fades away, here comes the stormy sea. Cursing, a calloused hand viciously pulls at me, He is horrifying, as strong as...