Rahad Abir

Mr Moti

The monsoons have passed. Moti has grown so healthy, so strong and so big that no other cocks even dare to be near him.

4m ago

My London: An Immigrant Story

You Are a Rickshawallah

6m ago

My London: An immigrant story

You land in London with £210 in your pocket. It is the year 2009. You are able to pay the first month’s rent for the room, but not the deposit. You have to share it with an acquaintance from Dhaka. He arrived a week prior.

7m ago

Ameena goes to America

A young white officer asks her in heavily accented Bangla, “What’s the purpose of your visit?”

8m ago

Sonabhan Bibi

One year, a week before Eid-ul-Adha, my grandma, Dadi, came to Dhaka from the village and broke into tears. “What happened?” we asked.

1y ago

Baishakh Scenes from Days in Old Dhaka

The Baishakhi fairgrounds is just a stone’s throw away from the Doyagonj Bridge, where grandpa always takes Rony for afternoon walks.

2y ago

Her Holud- Covered Hands

I’ve seen many hues of yellow. Colorful, gray, unadorned. The pristine bokul podium, the vibrant spring awash with the fragrance of yellowy brilliance, the mournful memory of my adolescent day—the wedding ceremony of “Aaj Amenar Gaye Holud,”

2y ago

Micro Fiction

And we two—a lovey-dovey couple, get married one day. Always be true to the truth, be honest to each other—we harmonized on that point. Years later, it is our fifth marriage anniversary evening. She dresses up gorgeously, stands before me and asks, “How do I look?”

4y ago
November 23, 2018
November 23, 2018

I AM IN LONDON

Arriving at Heathrow Airport made Robiul fidgety. He'd been waiting over an hour to pass the immigration desk. Back home, he'd heard a few unpleasant stories, where immigration officers would refuse entry to anyone they were not satisfied with, even if that passenger had a visa.

September 15, 2018
September 15, 2018

Just a Temporary Marriage

It had been raining lightly since morning. During the monsoon, the North-Eastern Bengal Haor wetland areas would go under deep water, the water remaining for half of the year. Boats would become the prime mode of transportation.

January 13, 2018
January 13, 2018

Why I started writing in English

I am Bengali. I am a writer.

July 22, 2017
July 22, 2017

A Dream within a Dream

Imagine a world where you are the creator and the decider. And where you are the king in a kingdom of critters. It's a dream land, of

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