FLASH FICTION / Chand raat at Mohakhali

Sweat beads upon my brow, my shirt begins to cling/ The vile monster's tendrils reach out, adhesive

"...it is our responsibility to contribute to ways in which more translators can work well, be compensated fairly and find the work worthwhile enough to continue doing it"

'We are truly prisoners of the mind', says Sanya Rushdi, the author-narrator of Hospital (Giramondo Publishing, 2023)

You cannot reach the expansive world of literature quick enough

Time has not forgiven him for his racist and imperialist views

I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood

like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not

We have built a civilisation / of sky-high buildings, / of concrete cities, / of disconnected communities

While leaving the institute, a nurse gave me a packet of cigarettes as a token of friendship

go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars

A big believer in social exchanges and developing safe spaces to position art as a medium of healing in community, Thami works on ceremonial interventions, performances, drawings, zine-making, fly posting, and public intervention, brought together by participant involvement

This year, to celebrate Sister Library Dhaka turning four, we acquired a collection of 100 zines curated by the library’s founder, Aqui Thami. The collection will be available for reading at the Goethe-Institut library from June onwards. With the acquisition of this collection, we are finally connected to the mothership Sister Library in Bombay.

There is something in the tactility of books that even non-readers find themselves admiring, and readers more so.

When a few boys arrive at the couple’s flat to seek out their college-going daughter, Rekha, the parents are thrown into a whirlwind of adventure.

Even without a full-blown sympathetic backstory, a villain’s motivations can be complex.

In my deep sleep, you came, my love—

“I sing the song of equality– Of a country where fresh joy blossoms in every heart

In myself I find her  She knows me better than myself 

I am a poet because you love me

Creating a video game, especially one that is storyline-based or an open-world role-playing game, is like creating an entirely new universe