The first-ever issue of the Daily Fikar.
I’m in the seventh year of my four-year B.A. degree.
These modern women are not particularly inclined to make you karak kahwah with palmsful of daar cheeni.
I just don’t know what to do anymore.
Parents want me to marry 44-year old cousin whom I’ve always thought of as an older sister.
We guarantee it’s like nothing you’ve ever put in your mouth before.