When it comes to our fathers, especially the ones who try to be good men, a rampant affliction known as patriarchy has left us with no language to imagine them outside of what they were to others. Strip away the roles, and what’s left?
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
What if our Eid table had a few extra chairs reserved not for guests from our world but from that of the books we’ve loved throughout our life?
In Gaza, the names of the martyrs slip through silence, lost to a world too distracted to listen
Being a Dhakaite, your Eids in childhood were spent in mournful longings for something to happen.
S.K. Ali and Aisha Saeed (eds.)Amulet Books, 2020
On the evening of February 10 the curtain fell for the last time on a performance that, over the preceding days, had cast an enchanting spell upon its audience.
Tell me about this life you live behind the curtain…
Mohsin would burst into laughter, saying, "Justice for rape? Is that even a crime worthy of justice?" Rabeya, laughing alongside him, would add, "People expect justice for rape these days? I'm speechless at their naïveté!"
Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back
When it comes to our fathers, especially the ones who try to be good men, a rampant affliction known as patriarchy has left us with no language to imagine them outside of what they were to others. Strip away the roles, and what’s left?
Her voice, thin as a whisper, sharp as a blade, sliced through the kitchen air thick with mustard oil and regret.
Like little boys racing against red-orange hues against dark, dark blue to spread the day’s news;
Pride of place above the fireplace in the sitting room of our little house in distant Blighty is a painting from North Bengal.
In Gaza, the names of the martyrs slip through silence, lost to a world too distracted to listen
What if our Eid table had a few extra chairs reserved not for guests from our world but from that of the books we’ve loved throughout our life?
Being a Dhakaite, your Eids in childhood were spent in mournful longings for something to happen.
