3/4 Her
by Fatima Ijaz The story of almost recedesIn the night of shade trees.Once or twice I felt youstood there waiting for me as usual butit was my fancy. Have I ever told youThe night of the… Read More »3/4 Her
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Almost
by Yusra Amjad when my cat died, he almost didn’t.the day before his last he was strongerthan ever, the purr back in his throat andthe happy squint back in his eyes. that is howi think… Read More »Almost
I Have Left the Mind
by Afshan Shafi I have always seen it so;The mind in a silver bowlAt once uninhabitable andAvid for fleece, bridle, orSome scientific flummoxing. When the pandemic’s long red wavesFirst began to bellow, I drew out a… Read More »I Have Left the Mind
75
by Yusra Amjad in what language do you suggest we write Pakistan?for seventy five years, seventy five tongues have failed to unite Pakistan. bengal was already bitter when hafeez jallandri penned the qaumi taranadid he… Read More »75
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
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