The Faeries of Niza
It was the last evening of the year and the rain still wouldn’t leave Danica alone. The sound of her chattering teeth joined the raindrops in a melancholy symphony.…
Tuwan Putli’
“Mama, tell me a story. I can’t sleep.” “Alright, let me take you to bed now, child. Have I ever told you the story of Sitti Maryam’s* angels?” “Not…