Marzia Rahman

Ira in my town

After many years, Ira has returned to my town. She hops four towns to get here. We are supposed to meet today. I’ve been ready since morning. We will meet by the lakeside.

1m ago

The song of freedom

the bullet hole/ in my brother's chest/ unfolds like a pandora's box

4m ago

Hide, if you want to live

Three-year-old Maria asks  her nine-year-old brother, Ibrahim.

5m ago

The exiled daughter

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

6m ago

The journey

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

6m ago

The Greatest Irony of Lal Miah’s Life

JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes

2y 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.

2y ago
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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