1/4 Something Else
by Nwa A. Rizwi Ever since she was a little girl, there had always been one thing she wanted – marriage. This wasn’t limited to just the idea of marriage, or the event in itself,… Read More »1/4 Something Else
April 2022
Love Poem Resisting the Neon Larvae of Headlines
by Shadab Zeest Hashmi The world, a baby tied to dynamite, a butterfly perforated with poison arrows, burdened with deception in bones.We rise as emissaries to God, ourbodies blue with reason, three quarters of the time, the rest,… Read More »Love Poem Resisting the Neon Larvae of Headlines
Nano
by Yusra Amjad after noticing that i don’t say my namaz, or keep my rozasor read my quran and thus far haveno plans to complete 50% of my faithby getting married, after becomingtoo afraid to even… Read More »Nano
How I Did Not Overcome
I feel divorced from most discussions of grief and loss. In many ways, absence to me has been more bearable than other kinds of pain. It is better than hatred and disappointment. There’s almost a… Read More »How I Did Not Overcome
Untitled
by Haseeb Sultan Haseeb Sultan is an orthodontist, writer, and artist living in Islamabad, Pakistan. Scheherezade Junejo was born in 1986 in Karachi. She graduated from National College of Arts, Lahore, in January 2010 with… Read More »Untitled
3/4
by Neomi Vira I see my mother when I hear the number 3/4“3/4 cups flour and 1/4 cup water,” she used to say When we made my favorite blueberry pancakesBy the emerald marble stone window sill… Read More »3/4
Lice In My Head
by Rohee Shah ‘To be born woman is to know—Although they do not talk of it at school—That we must labour to be beautiful.’– William Butler Yeats I got 75% in schoolMy glass is neitherhalf-empty,… Read More »Lice In My Head
You Are Not Quite There Yet
by Neha Dsouza Neha Dsouza is a storyteller who continues to explore the world around her through poetry, books, and other art forms. She can spend hours reading, and ends up losing sense of her… Read More »You Are Not Quite There Yet
Love Poem’s Compass Dusted With Chickpea Flour
by Shadab Zeest Hashmi as if it were the aromatic ash of a celestial tree, powder ofsolemn oaths and scintillation of star-light even between locked horns— hennaed,she looks at how the cities written onher palm are… Read More »Love Poem’s Compass Dusted With Chickpea Flour
Life Pieces
by Ved Murarka An important aspect of photography involves capturing important moments and making memories so we can look back on them later. While this is mostly true, I find that in my own work… Read More »Life Pieces