Life Of Raheel Awan

Previously

…I ducked into a quiet cafe, seeking refuge in the anonymity of a shaded booth. The aroma of coffee did little to soothe my frayed nerves. I ordered a black coffee, strong enough to dissolve my current predicament, and stared out the window, watching the world go by. People hurried along, purposeful, their hair neatly in place, their lives seemingly in order. They weren’t sporting aerodynamic sculptures that threatened to take flight. They looked… grounded. My mind, unbidden, began to wander down a path I’d been diligently avoiding. My job as an assistant marketing coordinator at "