Waziha Aziz

Tales of the revolution from Chattogram

Throughout the days of fear, uncertainty and lack of security during the revolution, the students of Chattogram remained united and steadfast while after the revolution, they took it upon themselves to help out the community. The change, brought forward by the students, can now be felt throughout the city.

3m ago

Ghostly tenants

My father speaks in a dismantled language that goes up in  smoke. 

4m ago

Motion

There are no lamplights in this end of the neighbourhood. Only tall trees standing upright on either side of the road, their leaves drooping down in lament for a long-forgotten motion.

4m ago

Afloat, Untethered

From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.

5m ago

House of Cards

Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you

6m ago

Fathers and Daughters and Unmailed Letters

Perhaps father was never taught to love.

1y ago

Mason Jar

I stare bleary eyed as my lock screen tells me I have a new message.

1y ago

Five places to go for Iftar in Chattogram

The culture of going out for iftar is ever increasing in Chattogram.

1y ago
July 28, 2022
July 28, 2022

A Marked Grave

“Where the hell is Manzur?” Taher crouched near a slight bend, peeking over some dying shrubbery. “I said high noon.”

June 18, 2022
June 18, 2022

Odds and Ends from a Poem on Odds and Ends

A pity, it began as a reflective study. A bird’s eye view of Kafka’s conundrum  Is a fallen leaf lost, or free? I slid a window wide open Found a dead moth crumpled on the sill.

May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022

If There Were More Hours in the Day

Cool winter winds Carry stories untold

April 30, 2022
April 30, 2022

Lies Woven in Olive Wreaths

Men wearing wreaths uphold their sacred emblem - They extend an olive branch. Hold round-table talks on their next daring conquest. Fill banks with our blood. Build forts of crisp notes. Offer helpless smiles to victims of wars that they sell. They empty the bowels of our earth for oil, tie a string from end to end

April 28, 2022
April 28, 2022

Dear Anonymous

I hope it finds you in good health.

February 17, 2022
February 17, 2022

On the Night of a Full Moon

The moon smiles down at us, A soft gleam on her bleached brow.

February 8, 2018
February 8, 2018

WINGS

Blind to the beauty of this world

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