Tohon

November 30, 2019
November 30, 2019

The Tormented Soul

I am now seventy, yet I remember vividly an incident from my childhood that left a deep impression on my soul.

September 21, 2019
September 21, 2019

Freedom

On our way to Dhahran from Austin, we plan to stop at Pennsylvania, New York and London. I have never been to New York and it would be a shame to leave America without visiting the city. Nishat has...

August 11, 2019
August 11, 2019

Life’s Invisible Battles

This is a story without a beginning or an end. The story does not even relate to events that one can see. And yet, in some sense, there is a beginning and there is an end.

July 20, 2019
July 20, 2019

The Guest

The total number of guests adds up to forty-odd. It is too many, yet Nishat and I are not prepared to drop any. I have just finished my PhD and we are leaving America to take up my new job in Saudi...

May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019

The Meal

Nishat prepares iftari, a sumptuous light meal that includes lemon sorbet, dates, fruits, nuts, begooni, samosa, beans and curd. It is the best part of fasting. But now that she is visiting...

April 20, 2019
April 20, 2019

The Living Fountains

There is a buzz in the house this morning. Things are on the move. Nishat has taken full command, directing her troops to advance swiftly. I look at my watch and ask chotu to fetch my briefcase and...

June 1, 2018
June 1, 2018

The Fifth Dimension

This is the story of my life. But before I get there I want to tell you another story—the story of a mali who lived all by himself in a far-off land.

May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018

The Corridor Through Time

I am a Bangladeshi born of a Muslim family. My ancestors were Hindus and, somehow, I have inherited their philosophical instincts. Although professionally I am an engineer with advanced degrees...