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
This International Women’s Day, Star Books and Literature brings to you a list of five books that delve into the history of feminist movements and feminist resistance.
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!"
I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building
at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
face to face, 20 taka in my pocket and this keyless map do you think love ever ends?
Tracing back the events before the Language Movement of 1952, Al Helal presents a detailed account of the events that unfolded during February 1952.
