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  • A Little Bird
    A Little Bird

    It was beginning to get a little warmer. The sun came up early in...

  • They Also Were Involved
    They Also Were Involved

    The subtitle of the book proposes it all: fourteen writers...

  • Companions
    Companions

    They sit on the veranda every afternoon; an old man and an old...

  • The Old City
    The Old City

    Here are the steps leading down to the lake

  • All about Love
    All about Love

    “So, Monsieur! What are you going to sing for me today? Neele neele...

  • Crossing Borders
    Crossing Borders

    In one of my trips to the USA, I had a ticket on Royal Jordanian...

  • From Enchanted Delta

    Nadeem longed to join the crowds in the streets. When no one was around, he watched his own face in the mirror as he improvised a

  • Specks of Dreams and Polarized Dusts

    I fell asleep within my sleep and woke up to find myself in your dream, which is also mine.

  • SKETCHES ON A WIDE CAMPUS

    This book's subtitle, Sketches from my Life gestures helpfully at the book's content for it is about the full and colorful life lived by its

  • Rediscovering Origin

    These two questions happen to be at the heart of human knowledge and rationality, and the focal point of Dan Brown's ground-

  • Imagination's winter

    When snow falls, people at a distance

  • Inspirational, Imaginative, Unconventional-Razia Khan Amin

    There is hardly anything anywhere in the net to indicate how good Razia Khan Amin (1936-2011) (aka Razia Khan, or Mrs. Amin to us

  • Reminiscing Comilla

    This evening, it's my nose or maybe I've been getting intimations of the sweet odor of burning incense!

  • Reincarnation

    We were in Cambridge, Massachusetts, waiting for a table at a popular restaurant. There were only two benches and a chair arranged

  • Stairway to Wonderland

    Past giant mountains, which collide with the blue linings of the abyss,

  • Full Circle

    How innocently I met Islam! It was through a humble kind of “How do you do?” proffered to a handful of Rajasthan mosques; among

  • EXQUISITE GASTRONOMY

    After a long field trip, hunger gripped the mission members who could barely wait to eat, yearning for whatever they could find. The

  • A Game of Light and Darkness

    Charulata Akhter was an ordinary, braided, floral salwar kameez-wearing nineteen-year-old from the Shundarganj village of Rangpur.

  • Poetry

    O Mayor! My Mayor!

  • The Promise of 1971

    His ears attuned to the husky whisper

  • Memories of 1971

    1971 has been my greatest passion for the last forty-six years. It has been my pair of glasses with which to look at people and things.

  • Burning in a Yearning Fire

    Some day, I will make a film about a group of lepers. These lepers, who—living in their melting , rotting bodies, but still resistant—

  • Freedom,You Are

    Freedom, you are

  • The Goat from the Other Side of the River

    “Doctor,” I chalk on the charcoal board. I ponder for several long seconds until I put two crosses on it with the kind of exertion that

  • THE ENGLISHING OF 'OMAR KHAYYÁM

    Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,

  • Prayer and Lament

    507 dead and 22,407 injured in political violence in Bangladesh in 2013

  • Patriot Acts

    Early the next morning, after Rafi finally turned off the TV and closed his eyes on the couch, a text message startled him out of sleep: “Get a big American flag, hang outside your door, Dad.” His father always signed off, even though his name would appear with his texts and calls. Rafi set down the phone and tried to sleep again. A second text intruded on it: “Take down Black Lives Matter sign. Please. For now. Dad.”

  • In Prison

    The room is locked from outside;

  • Rada Intensity

    We were out in the park, frolicking—all sixteen of us. Well, sort of! We were gamboling all right, but this was a part of the Alexander Technique exercise, something any casual observer in the park might not have understood.

  • Autumn Fragment

    November, where are the mists of yesteryear?

  • On A Street

    Nanga Pagla the sky‑clad one

  • A Welsh Poet Foresees His Death: Rakhine Province, 1944.

    As many hundreds of thousands of refugees stream out of Rakhine, leaving behind family killed and homes reduced to ashes, it may seem, and maybe is, peculiarly insensitive, untimely and Eurocentric to refer to the death of one Welsh poet in their homeland nearly 75 years ago.

  • Searching

    A pebble ran to a beach in search of a home

  • The Idea of Order in Bangladesh

    I don't mean law and order, in which we are woefully indigent, but artistic order, the kind created by art and literature. I mean the idea

  • With Sukhu Mia across Bangladesh

    Dogs usually live for some ten to thirteen years. Small sized breeds may live a little longer, but the bigger the size, the smaller the

  • Catmoir

    Cats are to be hated. And their whining, which some might lovingly define as meowing, is nothing but tiresome whimpering. At least

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