Sumaya Mashrufa

A compartment of their own

I remember the first time I stepped into the female compartment in the metro, I knew this marked a significant difference in the commute experience of women.

1m ago

The unfortunate paradise that was Palestine

What moral standard does a country hold when in war they attack the place they themselves have declared to be a “permanent safe zone?”

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Understanding the person and the parent

While I was diagnosing myself and the society out there, I saw my father.

5m ago

Since we cannot say ‘never again’...

What is the feeling of celebrating independence knowing it marks the darkest day in another people's history?

8m ago

There’s no way you’ll outrun a bear

Smoother violence fills our hearts like charming splinters. The irony is I am the first of my women

8m ago

Mind the gap: Metro rail a relief for female commuters

It is crucial to include a gender perspective in transportation infrastructure. It is a world built by men for men

8m ago

Gaza sends you a Merry Christmas

In Bethlehem, baby Jesus is seen wrapped in the Palestinian keffiyeh, lying amid the rubble. No softly lit manger opened its door for him, and certainly no wise man was there to bless the unforetold future

11m ago

Baldwin in December

Baldwin was sitting right beside, smoking, killing time, thinking of love and loneliness, friendships and misfortunes. Of Martin and Malcolm.

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September 16, 2023
September 16, 2023

One year of Mahsa Amini's death: What has changed?

The movement after Mahsa’s death had forced Iran’s morality police off the streets until recently.

August 9, 2023
August 9, 2023

7 minutes to midnight

In exchange for the presidential suites at the Ritz and so on, the men holding our city keys have already opened our skies to all that may come.

April 1, 2023
April 1, 2023

Woolf in the wind

This was a conversation between two friends.A conversation inspired by Virginia Woolf, who passed away on March 28, 1941

March 19, 2023
March 19, 2023

‘Monstrous fancies, misshapen dreams’: My ambivalence with ‘Dorian Gray’

“How tragic it would be if you were wasted”, made me smile in a melancholic way. I know moments when “unnecessary things are our only necessities”. And I’ve not been hesitant to give “rebellion its fascination” and “disobedience its charm.”

March 6, 2023
March 6, 2023

Márquez told me people can fly sometimes

In celebration of Gabriel Garcia Márquez, born on this day, March 6, 1927.

January 20, 2023
January 20, 2023

Fail better: A new year’s resolution

But I understand. I am part of a historic pattern. So not everything is personal. I can't help but fall into some of the traps and become prey to some of the vultures.

November 19, 2022
November 19, 2022

Dear Mrs. Dalloway, I Will Be There

I am not ready to be a failure yet.

October 8, 2022
October 8, 2022

Old sins cast long shadows: A vivisection of communal harmony as Puja ends

We can’t just wish things away, we can’t disown parts of our culture and country because they don’t fit our particular ideal. That is a cop-out, an easy way out, that is claiming we are pristine, and the dirt lives elsewhere, claiming we are saints and that is not our sin. 

October 1, 2022
October 1, 2022

For These Morbid Thoughts

For these morbid thoughts, go to the mountains and cry. For these morbid thoughts, kill all your darlings. For these morbid thoughts, shower as soon as you can. For these morbid thoughts, know that it won’t pass.

August 5, 2022
August 5, 2022

I write a name.—An ode to imagination

Imagination is the capacity to explore that "something else way down."