People running after that perfect life In a world torn apart.

One evening when I was sitting on a pier in Rotterdam I saw the ships anchored in the distance and I recalled how during my sailing days I used to look at the shore from the portholes. The shore to me was an outside world then.

IN A SAILOR’S EYE BY RUBAYET AKBAR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 67

Through the porthole

He can see the city skyline—

Skyscrapers an…

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