Ayesha Qureshi

Joined November 2025

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When longing opens in me, it looks like the man I could never reach or be. AI-Generated.
When longing opens in me, it looks like the man I could never reach or be, A shape first born of dreams, of hunger, of imagined fire.
By Ayesha Qureshi2 months ago in Poets
The Bride, the Swan and the Wolf. AI-Generated.
The drumbeat travelled through the house like a second heart—steady, insistent—folding itself into laughter, clinking china, and the crackle of oil in the kitchen. Voices floated up the staircase in overlapping layers: a joke half-heard, an aunt’s advice, someone calling for more sugar. The hallway below was crowded with shoes and relatives; even the air seemed full.
By Ayesha Qureshi2 months ago in Fiction