With the pills, I was in Prozonia; a sickly and impalpable greyness and without them, I was buffeting inside the sound waves of a cacophonous melody.
— Ahsan Yousaf, The Hours of the Devil
“My first class was of poetry and as soon as I went inside, I knew I would not be getting the lavish international standard education I was hoping for.”

“Daughter of late journalist Ahmed JeevanJee, Zeenat Iqbal HakimJee is a fiction writer and poetess who loves weaving magic with her words.”
