Samin Sabah Islam

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Another day, another dollar

The day my feet touch the ground from here, she decided at that instant, is the day I finally become a woman.

To you, Bhatu dadu

Bhatu dadu died on a Friday morning, uneventfully and unobtrusively, surprising none in the village.

Fireflies

What is it about fireflies?

You, my favourite things

You’re a work of fine art.

Rain Dance

"He'll be here for the next one," he sighed and dropped to the ground too, "That's the good thing about birthdays. There's always more to look forward to, unless you die before the next of course."

Song that speaks half truth

Sing me a song of merrier times.

Burdened Hearts

On the night of my wedding I break the ice with my newly wedded husband by telling him about the first man I loved.

Women

I store my tears in a jar,

September 24, 2020
September 24, 2020

Another day, another dollar

The day my feet touch the ground from here, she decided at that instant, is the day I finally become a woman.

September 10, 2020
September 10, 2020

To you, Bhatu dadu

Bhatu dadu died on a Friday morning, uneventfully and unobtrusively, surprising none in the village.

July 30, 2020
July 30, 2020

Fireflies

What is it about fireflies?

July 9, 2020
July 9, 2020

You, my favourite things

You’re a work of fine art.

July 2, 2020
July 2, 2020

Rain Dance

"He'll be here for the next one," he sighed and dropped to the ground too, "That's the good thing about birthdays. There's always more to look forward to, unless you die before the next of course."

June 18, 2020
June 18, 2020

Song that speaks half truth

Sing me a song of merrier times.

November 14, 2019
November 14, 2019

Burdened Hearts

On the night of my wedding I break the ice with my newly wedded husband by telling him about the first man I loved.

August 8, 2019
August 8, 2019

Women

I store my tears in a jar,

June 27, 2019
June 27, 2019

The writer and his muse

Luna scrutinised the twenty-nine page long script with yearning eyes, waiting to find herself laced amidst the phrases.

October 18, 2018
October 18, 2018

Family and others

Just as he was about to call out for someone, a middle aged man with a fluttering mess of greyish hair strode in with a blue file in hand. Shafkat cursed himself for not being able to recall his name.

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