Waziha Aziz

Fathers and Daughters and Unmailed Letters

Perhaps father was never taught to love.

8m 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

Explorations on Time

I used to wear my minutes as accessories and now the minutes wear me.

1y ago

“Quite mundane and linear”: A reader reacts to our ChatGPT story

The gravity of writing has always come from the writer. A piece of literature cannot be judged without the whys and hows, and these questions are impossible to answer without sentience.

1y ago

A Marked Grave

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

1y ago

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.

1y ago

If There Were More Hours in the Day

Cool winter winds Carry stories untold

2y ago
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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