According to Merriam-Webster Dictionary (online), the first known use of the term ‘feminism’–

This is part of a grand narrative that, offensive as it is, asks why the Jewish people let themselves be killed, instead of asking why the system enabled it to happen–the same narrative also exists in the cases of colonialism and slavery.

Her Kohl-rimmed eyes, dangling earrings,/ The chiffon scarf, the satin silk shirt

He had been practising saying his name out loud every night before going to sleep so that his ears remained accustomed to hearing his own name

It said, my body was no longer needed. / “This is the age of freedom. Let me go, and explore.”

The monsoons have passed. Moti has grown so healthy, so strong and so big that no other cocks even dare to be near him.

Would it be too much to ask you/ To forgive me for the carnal sin I did not commit?

As we remember the joys and the agonies brought forth by 16th December 1971, we often forget or, rather, neglect the nuances embedded in the struggle

“It’s a type of Brazilian music, this elevator is playing The Girl From Ipanema.”

For the first time, I also found myself giddy over a male protagonist from the world of my father and uncles. The character of Nadeem, Selina's boyfriend, can be best described as a "man written by a woman".

These words are not just some veils adorning the valour and victory of our freedom fighters; they're not just tributes but testaments to the rare occasion of the oppressed overpowering the oppressor.

As long as the problems addressed in Sultana’s Dream continue to exist and be relevant, we must uphold Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain’s work, values, and ideologies

What makes You a boy, me a girl; Me a popper, you an Earl?

Crimson blood splattered amongst the ravaged lands

An interesting concern in contemporary children’s literature criticism is the discussion of power. Do the fictive children in children’s books, conceived and delivered by the adult author, have the ability to exercise their will and possess a voice?

She walked, entranced, into the water until it reached her chin, the wing of her little pink butterfly stuck out like a shark fin.

Oh that angelic call, yet I cannot respond. I cannot open my mouth in fear of the burning pain overpowering my senses.

Talespeople presents The Screaming Shorts, partnered with Daily Star Books and Star Literature.

Baldwin was sitting right beside, smoking, killing time, thinking of love and loneliness, friendships and misfortunes. Of Martin and Malcolm.

Talespeople presents The Screaming Shorts, partnered with Daily Star Books and Star Literature