February 3- When I was young

I used to think that the moon followed me wherever I went. Every time I would get in the car, I would watch the moon making its way through the sky, following me ❤ ❤ Photo: Super Blue Blood Moon, January 2018 Photo Credit: Tasneem Mahrusha

Dadi’s Garden

I wanna go back 😭. I spent the first six years of my life here. This specific window led to my grandmother’s tiny garden. Every once in a while she would have it opened to tend to the plants. We both would stand on this side of the window watching the plants being watered or…

The Voices of Despair

This is a recount of my father during the Liberation War. It was about the time he became separated from his family when Pakistani soldiers stormed his village and they were forced to leave everything and flee for their lives.

Parched

i feel your touch so i reach for you only to meet nothingness as you are whisked away from my reality your name softly bouncing off the walls if only i could’ve done the same as i stare blankly at the side of my wooded table wishing you were here

Growing Up

I was raised by dadi, wise and bold, a book in one hand, and a watering can in the other, flowering her rooftop plants. Waking up, at the crack of dawn, the sun stretching and yawning. She whispers. SubhanAllah

Where I’m From

I am from Dhaka, The heart of Bangladesh. I am from the close-knit family That always stood together under one shadow. I am from my grandparent’s village, Where the love of nature grew in my heart, Just like it was there always. I am from the grandparents Who loved and raised me with care. I…

Baba

My guidance. I held your finger as I walked through the known streets of home. You carried me on your feet, step by step, as we danced across the room. I was your little girl. You put me on your shoulders and I finally saw through your eyes. You showed me the world. You are…

Awakening

The red sun is awake. It warms up my heart, and memories rush to my mind. I get up with her, as she shines brightly with the color of dawn. She’s my little memory. My little piece of heart that grows every time I do.