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
‘The Mask Maker’ is a mime performance by the famous French pantomime artist, Marcel Marceau. Kılıçer enjoys performing it because he loves playing with the masks, and the ways in which the changes in the… Read More »İlker Kılıçer’s Rendition of ‘The Mask Maker’
An important aspect of photography involves capturing important moments and making memories so we can look back on them later.
by Snehal Amembal I always sought solace in three fourths You, my fussy toddler would play havoc with my nervesMe, second-guessing, hoping you’d eatA bowl of porridge A plateful of rice A slice of fruit An almost round chapatti You… Read More »He Ate Three Fourths
by Kristin Camitta Zimet You’ve cut out a hole. You can’t know,as the dog can’t guess where you wenton the other side of the back doorfor four days, though you almost think he must, because he… Read More »Mending
by Kristin Camitta Zimet if love isdead and Iam saved alive who am I was I whowill I be a dream putsme under andI lie out cold my shadow falls away in one two three directions in the hard… Read More »Operation
by Maham Khan 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.… Read More »How I Did Not Overcome
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
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
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… Read More »Love Poem Resisting the Neon Larvae of Headlines