Nibras Wadud Khan

It was Friday and for as long as Rafid could remember, every Friday, he and baba went together to the society mosque for Jummah prayers at one.

Obviously it feels great to perform well in an exam, but nothing takes away from your moment of glory other than finding out that your close friends failed. Badly.

Earlier today, his science teacher had been teaching the water cycle. Faisal was for the most part, disinterested in school, and had a hard time paying attention to the mundane lessons his teachers parroted all day. No surprises today then, when the rain outside had his mind hostage over talks of rain inside.

The little girl had a mixture of bewilderment and relief plastered to her face. She had swerved herself and her bicycle out of the CNG auto-rickshaw's path at just the right moment, narrowly averting the head-on collision.

The International Football Association Board, or IFAB, announced a few “revolutionary” (?) changes to the rules of the beautiful game, which will come into effect starting the 2016/2017 season.

How many of us willingly wake up at crack of dawn? On weekends and holidays, by the time we wake up, it's almost high noon, sometimes even after. We stay up late, rummaging through social media's metaphorical undergarments drawer, finding things weirder and weirder than we could have ever hoped for, only to curse ourselves the next day.

Unless you're Patrick Star, living under a rock in Bikini Bottom, you're aware that the ICC T20 World Cup is underway.

Farheen no longer tried to hide her ruined mascara. That was only one of the innumerable things her brother had done wrong, trifling in comparison to some of the offences. A piano lay in the corner, covered in dust.