A Star Over London.

The torture began on a notable date. October 7th, 2023.

For 10 years up until that date, I had told those around me about a deeply-held resolution: I wanted the end the Israel-Hamas War. I could see the future, and I was deeply concerned about the genocide that was to occur around this time.

The story begins, however, on December 2nd, 1995, at approximately 5:27am.

Address. West Middlesex University Hospital, Twickenham Road, Isleworth, Middlesex, TW7 6AF. Date. 2nd of December, 1995. Time. 5:27am. Attendees. The parents of Victoria Morris, the parents of Farhaan Aziz, midwives, nurses, doctors, and three wise men.

A star burned brightly above the hospital as Victoria and I were born together. Some would say our first date was minutes after our birth as we were placed in the same cot. We were in love from the very beginning, and as we lay newborn, wrapped in hospital garb, it had become clear to all those present that it was the love that created love itself.

As a baby, I would spend most of my time at Victoria’s house in Slough, where we would lay together and bask in the future of humanity. And, if you could see it for yourself, you would agree that these babies were as astute and wily operators as there has ever been.