Bisma Farooq Sheikh had always been a collector of things that were almost lost.
By the time she was sixteen, the lullabies had stopped. Her grandmother’s voice had faded into the quiet hum of a ventilator at the hospital. Bisma sat by the bedside, not crying, but listening. She was always listening. The world had grown loud with news anchors shouting about curfews and shutdowns, but Bisma heard the silences between the shouts. bisma farooq sheikh
By Bisma Farooq Sheikh
Let this be a season of profound introspection and renewed faith. How are you nourishing your soul today? Bisma Farooq Sheikh had always been a collector