Marzia Rahman

The exiled daughter

Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?

1w ago

The journey

If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.

1w ago

The Greatest Irony of Lal Miah’s Life

JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes

1y ago

Homecoming: a short story by Syed Shamsul Haq

My plane landed in Dhaka at 2:30. By the time, I went through customs, it was 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I became restless. How long would it take to go home? No one lived there now. My house stood alone, empty. I left it one month and thirty days ago. I locked the door before I left.

1y ago

Recipe of Panta Bhat with a Few Survival Tips During a Riot

Hermit-crab fiction use ready-made templates such as recipes, shopping lists, meeting minutes and other forms and is a great way for experimenting with form in short fiction.

1y ago

When Your Mother is Sick – A hermit-crab fiction

Keep relatives at a distance, they will never visit but will always give untimely advice or spill half-true family secrets. 

1y ago

At the Wake of Dawn

The man set out for town at the wake of dawn. It was the month of Phalgun. A nip of chill was still in the air. Wrapping himself in a tattered shawl, he started walking. He had a long way to go, a small river to cross. And then, the town would come into view.

2y ago

Not All Stories Have a Finale

A Sonata has three major parts: exposition, development and recapitulation.

2y ago
February 6, 2021
February 6, 2021

Death is not Funny, Nor is Hamlet a Coward

I got a visitor today. My mother. It was a bright morning, one of those days when you get a feeling that something good will happen. And then mother came. And mother looked perturbed. And I realised it will be like any other day with nothing but madness all around.

September 5, 2020
September 5, 2020

The House You Cannot Put Colours on

It was a big window, like an arched doorway. It creaked loudly the first time I opened it. It sounded angry, upset. I wondered why?

August 11, 2019
August 11, 2019

The Song of the Mountains

It’s late June and it’s hot. It’s nine in the morning and it’s hot. It’s so hot in Dhaka that after a while feelings turn somewhat numbed, vision blurred. And taking advantage of the overcrowded vehicle, when a guy pinches Shila Chakma’s buttock after a futile attempt to grope her breast, she wants to scream: Stop it, you pervert.

May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019

Truth, or Dare

After finishing college, I wanted to stay in the city a bit longer, to look for a job, read more books, hang out with my friends. But most importantly, I wanted to find out whether Daniel was ready to take the next step.

March 16, 2019
March 16, 2019

A Writer's Enigma

I cannot write. For a month, it lingers. Every morning, I sit in front of my laptop and hope to write something new, something noble. But nothing comes out. Not a word, not a sentence. As if the sea of creativity has dried up.

July 21, 2018
July 21, 2018

Our Story

Here, we stand in silence;

April 7, 2018
April 7, 2018

In Search of a Hero

“If I were a hero …” Arif stopped suddenly.

March 3, 2018
March 3, 2018

A G Stock's Memoirs of Dacca University

“The book is a memoir, not a history, and makes no claim to a historian's detachment or research.” With this statement, A G Stock

December 23, 2017
December 23, 2017

Is It Truth or Dare?

Those familiar with Nadia Kabir Barb's column Straight Talk in The Daily Star will be pleased with her short fiction debut Truth or Dare.

June 6, 2015
June 6, 2015

The Journey Of A Novelist

After wrapping up my second novel, I realized something; a truth of absolute importance -- that it takes more or less two years to

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