Afarin Khan

It was the holy feast of Pentecost, commonly known in English as the Feast of Weeks, a Jewish holiday that occurs on the sixth day of the Hebrew month of Sivan (it may fall between [more…]

From that day on it became like Groundhog Day to Afarin. Kit inspection from Staff Sergeant Hoffman, who was now at the shouty, throwing things about phase. The morning before he had taken Umbridge to [more…]

They piled their weapons, Ephod combat vest, helmet and were sent on a three-kilometre run. It was pleasant running through the woods and Afarin soon passed the other women and Zelig the pilot. She ran [more…]

Afarin stared out of the starboard window of the Boeing 737. She had watched the approach over the sea and the turn to line up with the runway. Below were the eastern suburbs of Tel [more…]

Contains descriptions of sexual relations. He had never seen him so angry. Bartlett didn’t do shouting anger, but he was extremely good at cold fury. “The responsibility of Guardian angels is to watch over people [more…]

Contains descriptions of sexual relations. Her head was resting on his forearm, her body nuzzled up close to him. She was still asleep and he looked at her in the sparse light coming in between [more…]

She breakfasted alone, although she could hear the sound of someone with a vacuum cleaner in another room. There had been no sight of Jean-Claude and she decided that she was a little disappointed. It [more…]

Going Home The Boeing 777 charter aircraft approached over the flooded fields west of Oxford. The young woman in seat 35D opened her eyes and turned off the borrowed iPlayer. She was not dressed like [more…]

Like many of the young, second generation immigrants in this country, Afarin Khan struggles to be accepted as English or indeed, an Afghan. She detests men of Pakistani or Somalian heritage. Hers is a lonely [more…]