Maisha Nazifa Kamal

April 21, 2022
April 21, 2022

Lost and Never Found

"She was just living her ordinary, mundane life when she lost her Childhood Capsule."

November 11, 2021
November 11, 2021

The Fix

Something was ominous about the way the doorbell rang. Not that the one who pressed it was bringing bad luck, but the other side seemed menacing for the one who waited at the door.

October 7, 2021
October 7, 2021

Falling in Reverse

Climbing over walls with barbed wire fences, Steep stairs and stained elevators,

July 29, 2021
July 29, 2021

Paper Drifters

I am a photo of a person, printed in black and white, in a newspaper.

July 8, 2021
July 8, 2021

Pieces of the Moon

"As stereotypical it sounds, you don’t need to know my name."

April 1, 2021
April 1, 2021

How to Have a Serious Conversation With Your Parents

This task is a daunting one. Take some notes.

March 4, 2021
March 4, 2021

A Memoir in Pink

The arrival of a new member didn’t stir up the residents of the Closet. After all, every few days their population increased as one member (and sometimes even more than one) was added from the outside.

February 18, 2021
February 18, 2021

The Prejudice Against Black Pets

It's important to identify this aspect of colourism shown towards animals.

October 29, 2020
October 29, 2020

You are beautiful, Dhaka

Today, as I hail a rickshaw and as it slowly paddles across an alley and then flits out onto a busy road, my mother's word echoes along with my little silver jhumkas in the air. And thus starts my game.

October 15, 2020
October 15, 2020

Bottles of Waves

Mr. Hakim was a very strange man for three things: he seldom spoke, he always smiled and he sold bottles of waves.