Fig & Olive

—But dad He said cutting his father short. The rubble His tone was absent of emotion, the illusion of calm, the voice of someone who’d been shocked far too many times. The absence of emotion as if there was none left to have. The rubble He said again as if he’d asked a question. Though […]

There was once a band of salafis going around to every town swearing they would cut the heads of any man who claimed Allah did not sit above the throne. They once came across a man known by many to be a Sufi. They sharpened their swords knowing this man would never respond to their […]