Hasan Azizul Haque | The Daily Star
  • Hasan Azizul Haque

  • Without a name, without a tribe

    The man got off from the afternoon train. It was early winter, yet he had a thick tweed coat on. The foxy colour of his coat went well with his bronze complexion. He sloppily wore an old but fancy tie and his faded trousers showed a few fat stitches near his thigh.