Fighting Against Odds

Byline: Malik Aamir Saleem - Email: aesthetemalik@gmail.com Darkness crept over the horizon in early hours of the evening, black clouds had amassed the sky, and moon had also veiled itself behind thick layers of obscurity. The night had turned every thing invisible: The wind which came all the way from the South was thunderous and carrying a cold nip. It had made tall palm trees to kneel down in servitude. The sea was roaring and tossing vessels like lifeless straws.