The Ceaseless
/...can’t sell cow’s milk, then there’s nothing much he can do. Because he is paralysed from waist down, his son tends the cows and sells milk at the bazaar for him. Sweet treats are made from...
By Mehreen Ahmed
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...can’t sell cow’s milk, then there’s nothing much he can do. Because he is paralysed from waist down, his son tends the cows and sells milk at the bazaar for him. Sweet treats are made from...
By Mehreen Ahmed
Read More…used to be a green pond once next to our house. This house had a red tiled roof and picture windows. It was situated on a hill known as the Dev Pahar in Chittagong. Through those picture windows, I could see the pond down by the valley. The pond was not too far. From the hilltop, it looked mostly surrounded by heavy moss growing on tall trees and bamboo…
By Mehreen Ahmed
Read More…light of the moon rendered a telltale sign on a cave wall. A queue of stick figures, primarily children gathered looking at a priest on a mountain. The priest sermoned and picked up a child. He took him to the gallows. Parents witnessed this atrocity in petrified silence. Their King sat reading from a scroll. There was…
By Mehreen Ahmed
Read MoreThis piece is a description of the horrific fires in Australia, recently.
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…jaundiced sky, bats and crows flew in uncertain directions at dusk. A blaze over the tall gum trees was a telltale sign, suggesting the end of time. The fire grew. The creatures of the forest, the possums, and…
By Mehreen Ahmed
Read More…had become dehydrated. Trees poured out saffron. Brittle straws clung to mother earth, there was a stream of orange lawn. The soil was made of sand. It caved in and became hollow. A hole in the soil where I slept in awakening. I felt nothing first. Then a hunger rose. I ate my hunger, I walked in a dream. Dream of life. There was silence in my heart. It whispered an autumnal dirge, there was a war. And I was a wounded…
By Mehreen Ahmed
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