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
November 2, 2024
November 2, 2024

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.

July 27, 2024
July 27, 2024

The song of freedom

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

July 20, 2024
July 20, 2024

Hide, if you want to live

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

July 18, 2024
July 18, 2024
June 22, 2024
June 22, 2024

The journey

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

June 22, 2024
June 22, 2024

The exiled daughter

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

November 12, 2022
November 12, 2022

The Greatest Irony of Lal Miah’s Life

JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes

September 24, 2022
September 24, 2022

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.

August 29, 2022
August 29, 2022

Recipe of Panta Bhat with a Few Survival Tips During a Riot

Hermit-crab fiction use ready-made templates such as recipes, shopping lists, meeting minutes and other forms and is a great way for experimenting with form in short fiction.

August 20, 2022
August 20, 2022

When Your Mother is Sick – A hermit-crab fiction

Keep relatives at a distance, they will never visit but will always give untimely advice or spill half-true family secrets.