Maisha Nazifa Kamal

Climbing over walls with barbed wire fences, Steep stairs and stained elevators,

I am a photo of a person, printed in black and white, in a newspaper.

"As stereotypical it sounds, you don’t need to know my name."

This task is a daunting one. Take some notes.

The arrival of a new member didn’t stir up the residents of the Closet. After all, every few days their population increased as one member (and sometimes even more than one) was added from the outside.

It's important to identify this aspect of colourism shown towards animals.

Today, as I hail a rickshaw and as it slowly paddles across an alley and then flits out onto a busy road, my mother's word echoes along with my little silver jhumkas in the air. And thus starts my game.

Mr. Hakim was a very strange man for three things: he seldom spoke, he always smiled and he sold bottles of waves.

The importance of learning is immense, but what is equally important is "unlearning".

Let's convince you how great this is.

And so it finally rains, it finally rains when I write.

Writer's block is something every writer goes through when they run out of inspiration. It's a disdainful feeling of being stumped and dissatisfied. And this takes a whole new toll on writers now that they are stuck at home.

People often use this card without assessing the situation.

Secluded at our homes, we can take this time to reflect upon the things we might have missed thinking about when we were so engrossed in our daily lives.

“Why can’t Eid stay a bit longer, Khala?” Mahira sulked afterwards while Jamila was wiping the table.

It’d been so long since I last walked in this city.

Rehnuma, from her early teens, had absolutely loved cooking. After she got married, and the task became a duty, she loved it more.

A fiction writer must be an Arts student. Period. The fact that you could have a Science background, even excelling in it and simultaneously write stories other than science fiction is just absurd to them.

A sigh escapes my mouth again as I unknowingly get back to looking for you.

“Please cut off half of the hair,” the woman whispered.