Sadia Tasnim Tuba

The writer is a student of BRAC University.

Thalassaemia: the silent genetic disorder

It was Shifa’s (not an actual name) 18th birthday. She was trying to put on a bit darker makeup just to hide her pale and ailing skin. What an irony! The meaning of her name is ‘the healing’ — nevertheless; it has no effect on her at all! Shifa has a disease named thalassaemia.

Colistin: the last weapon

Antibiotic is the most loyal weapon against the disease caused by bacterial infection. Each antibiotic has their own way to fight off bacteria.

Hope in a Tea Cup

How I was writhing in pain! You used to observe me in silence, From the other side of my agony. And, here at this side, always remained amassed huff.

Fierce Rain

Rearing a fierce rain inside.

The Palace of My Imagination

The palace of my imagination

Innocent Sin

Throbbing hands

The Last Sip

I was densely clouded by last night's dream. I saw some dark clouds stratified just at one place among the entire pearl white winter sky.

Your Mirage; my shelter

I used to look up at the starry sky

December 30, 2018
December 30, 2018

Thalassaemia: the silent genetic disorder

It was Shifa’s (not an actual name) 18th birthday. She was trying to put on a bit darker makeup just to hide her pale and ailing skin. What an irony! The meaning of her name is ‘the healing’ — nevertheless; it has no effect on her at all! Shifa has a disease named thalassaemia.

December 2, 2018
December 2, 2018

Colistin: the last weapon

Antibiotic is the most loyal weapon against the disease caused by bacterial infection. Each antibiotic has their own way to fight off bacteria.

July 12, 2018
July 12, 2018

Hope in a Tea Cup

How I was writhing in pain! You used to observe me in silence, From the other side of my agony. And, here at this side, always remained amassed huff.

February 1, 2018
February 1, 2018

Fierce Rain

Rearing a fierce rain inside.

September 7, 2017
September 7, 2017

The Palace of My Imagination

The palace of my imagination

March 2, 2017
March 2, 2017

Innocent Sin

Throbbing hands

November 24, 2016
November 24, 2016

The Last Sip

I was densely clouded by last night's dream. I saw some dark clouds stratified just at one place among the entire pearl white winter sky.

October 27, 2016
October 27, 2016

Your Mirage; my shelter

I used to look up at the starry sky

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