Author: nazar Muhammad

The bikers first noticed the old man on a Thursday morning. He was eighty-two years old, thin as a rail,…

I mocked a biker’s spelling on his cardboard sign until he turned it around and showed me the back. And…

Those stupid bikers blocked the entire highway for nearly an hour, and at first I was furious. I was pounding…

“My granddaughters hate me because I ride a bike.” That’s what my son told me before he took them away…

Bullies sent my son to the hospital three times before I finally made the phone call that changed everything. The…

This biker called me by a name I hadn’t heard in forty years. I was standing in the rain outside…

I caught the scariest biker in town crying behind my store every Thursday night, and the first time I saw…

Bikers made my abusive ex-husband disappear, and to this day, I still don’t know where he is. It has been…

Seven motorcycles surrounded the ambulance carrying my fourteen-year-old son as he bled on the stretcher. I was screaming at them…

For six months, every Tuesday night at exactly 11 PM, I drove past the same strange sight. A biker sitting…