The people we meet in Elif Shafak’s The Island of Missing Trees (Viking, 2021) are haunted by terrible tragedies from several years past, by a beautiful island divided into two.
I have evaded wreaths of venomous, moving flowers that have invaded the dilapidated manor, writhing and sliding up and down the walls like snakes, ready to strike any moment. I had to tread carefully down the corridors, staying as far away from the walls as possible.
Even though we moved out of our grandmother’s house in Dhaka more than a decade ago, my sister and I still associate the word “storm” with the smell of the unripe mangoes that the kalboishakhi would force down from the trees in her backyard. There are many other quirks we share, things that might seem insignificant to someone who was not a part of our lives back then. But to us, the house with its long corridors and leafy backyard, and a front yard that turned into a badminton court each winter, is nothing short of a wonderland, a place that nurtured us even as it introduced us to the harsher realities of life, a place that remains a living, breathing character in the many dreams and nightmares that we have.
“She is a feminist – a man hater,” an acquaintance says while talking about a certain person.
Knowingly or unknowingly, men enjoy these privileges in every sphere of life.
Why is it that there is a kind of hypocrisy among people when it comes to women smoking?
“If there is a women’s day, why can’t there be a men’s day as well?”
"Not All Men" alters the course of discussions, accomplishing nothing except making things worse and hindering progress.
Good afternoon, my dear fellow languages. I would like to thank you all for accepting my invitation and coming to Bangladesh for observing the International Mother Language Day
You lived in a sprawling house - With a beautiful little balcony.
I open my eyes slowly, my mind buzzing with a myriad of thoughts, dreading at the thought of going to classes but… my room looks different.
Entire life pans out in front of me
In a society where getting married is considered as necessary as getting an education and having a career, ghotoks are sought after by many parents longing to find a match for their children who, in many cases, have no desire to get married and settle down.
I was not meant to tell a story —Your story or mine,
A few weeks ago, I was taking a stroll by Dhanmondi Lake, waiting for a friend I hadn't seen in months. We had been planning the reunion for a long time.
The teabags look at the boiling water, My mind takes its place.
It has been raining, They fall like petals,
A slice of fear took its place in my heart, Like a seedling that nobody should nurture.
