Marzia Rahman

After many years, Ira has returned to my town. She hops four towns to get here. We are supposed to meet today. I’ve been ready since morning. We will meet by the lakeside.

the bullet hole/ in my brother's chest/ unfolds like a pandora's box

Three-year-old Maria asks  her nine-year-old brother, Ibrahim.

justice—where is justice?

Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?

If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.

JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes

My plane landed in Dhaka at 2:30. By the time, I went through customs, it was 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I became restless. How long would it take to go home? No one lived there now. My house stood alone, empty. I left it one month and thirty days ago. I locked the door before I left.