Where We Chose To End Imran Yousuf  On that forsaken path, we chose to part. Forever. We cleaved the moon of our shared yearning. I stood helpless. Perhaps greed claimed you. That is what I believed. Or blindness. Or faith undone. Or love exhausted. Or hate unfinished. It has always been so. It will remain so. The enduring season of my desolation. I wander now, a lost traveler, held in the hollow of wilderness. Yet one truth endures. I despise you with tenderness. I despise you with love. In silence, dread takes root. At times I long to escape myself. At times I wish to rend the very heart of the mountain. The fervor of love scorches every hidden veil. Truth collapses into distortion. Warmth and sincerity now resemble the hollow sermons of preachers, crafted to deceive a fevered heart. Within this labyrinth of confusion, life stands arrested. Should I accuse your cruelty, or my devotion? This question has bound me to the night. I wish...