rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
I am asked where I am headed. The expression in the lady’s eyes suggests this is not the first time I was asked the question. I stand there, wondering if the pits around her eyes—white as the sun—are caused by the likes of me, and I tell her where I’m headed.
her heart was a two seater unfit for a family so big i grew to be a woman mirrored in her shadow when she was younger
Stay-at-home mothers are the unsung heroes who enable our smooth functioning as working individuals.
I wonder at how these frugal, accessible pleasures define her daily existence and get elated with the fact that reading takes up a significant space on the shelf
It is not uncommon for parents of young children to wish their children would grow up faster and not need their parents quite as much, especially after his fourth public meltdown, or on her third consecutive nightmare interruption in a night. However, here’s presenting the biggest contradiction of them all: parents miss this connection when it’s gone. Mothers, especially those whose children have hit puberty or flown out of the nest, often feel the absence of this kind of connection much more acutely than others because they have understood how fleeting it is.
Most of motherhood that is glorified — the process of giving birth, breastfeeding, the sleepless nights — is visible. What if we say that this is only the tip of the iceberg? The invisible and infinitely more extensive workload frequently goes unseen by the world and is most often, the root cause of why mothers feel tired all the time. We call it the mental load and all mothers can relate.
In our country, talking about menopause is considered a stigma.
Your parents ask for you at their hour of need, how do you respond?
As I wrote in “Motherhood—the story of a transformed reader”, my essay for Daily Star Books on International Mother’s Day on
Maa, all the things I’ve been silent about are all the things that could’ve saved me.
Today is Mother’s Day and as we scramble to buy last minute gifts for all the mother figures in our lives, let us pause and ask ourselves frankly — at a time when postpartum depression is at its peak, workplaces are especially unforgiving to women who have just given birth, and the immediate family scene is replete with taunts about being a “good mother”, is an engraved pendant or a spa session enough to make mothers happy?
The scales will always lean in favour of the reality.
Our generation's toxic obsession with having a cool mom.
Reminiscing childhood experiences of celebrating Mother's Day.
Easy to pull off but absolute showstoppers.
Black Milk is an autobiographical documentation of Shafak's hesitation, anxiety, perplexity, and self-discovery as she is about to enter the phase of motherhood.
Police recover bodies of a woman and her six-year-old daughter from their house in Barogola Tinpotti area of Bogra.
A woman and her son are killed and one of their family members injured when a portion of a concrete water tank fell on them at Ashulia in Savar.