A place to publish writing by students of Al-Amin Islamic Boarding School, Mojokerto.
The lamp is half lit, keeping company with a page not yet finished. Outside, the wind carries the sound of crickets and footsteps coming home from…
Mother, it rained here this afternoon, soaking the washing and a little of my longing. I am well, only still learning to fold my clothes neatly. Y…
After the dawn prayer the yard is still wet. The sandals stand in crooked rows, like our intentions, which need straightening every day. The teach…
That day Fikri lost his locker key. He searched under the mattress, between the books, even in the uniform pocket that had been hanging there for t…