Kashaf is a medical student from Pakistan trying to tackle the mysteries of the human body and the anatomy of the written word.
The lines of Morse code on my cadaver are a dying declaration
They do not bleed a cry for help
The cry was buried in the faded scars palliated long ago
No, these lines and dots are the only language left known to her
The incantation that let her split her tendons to free her hands
And uproot the fascia tying down her muscles
Is not one of impulse
It is deliberate
It is rehearsed
It is complete.
"Death will fold both hands in the lap of your soul
And gather your teeming body till you are whole"