Why did she whisper? She isn’t the whispering kind. Nargis can’t remember the last time she heard Rakib Bhai’s wife whisper.

A hundred years ago humans welcomed a new species of their kind, Homo debilis-sagax.

Tokhon Golper Tore (Pendulum Publishers, 2022) is Rifat Anjum Pia’s debut collection even though she has been writing for quite a few years now.

The English and Humanities Department at the University of Liberal Arts Bangladesh (ULAB) is organising its second session of ULAB Literary Salon on June 18, 2022, from 5 to 7 pm, at the ULAB Research Building auditorium in their Dhanmondi campus. In discussion this session is the critically acclaimed novel, Cyber Mage, which will also be launched at the event. ‘Cyber Mage’ is a new novel by Saad Z. Hossain, who is amongst some of the most remarkable English fiction writers of modern Bangladesh. He has been published by top imprints in South Asia and the world. His novel, Cyber Mage, is proudly published in Bangladesh by ULAB Press.

Each of them represented a unique crisis that women in our country are most frequently faced with, and when I had their stories assembled, I knew this was what I was looking for. 

Have you ever tried to call your own cell number? Here's somebody who did and had a strange other worldly experience.

These books, full of horror, humour, grisly monsters, and misfit kids, are the perfect remedy to fill the gap in your time until the show returns with more episodes. 

Throughout my not so long life, I’ve always wanted to be called beautiful.

The Mirpur 10 book market, sometimes called the old book market is easy to navigate, especially if Nilkhet is too far for you.

I am a photo of a person, printed in black and white, in a newspaper.

The sound of your voice is a song.

Where could they live happily for the rest of their childhood?

The creatures of the dark feed on fear. And hot sauce.

"I want to propose a deal with the Bazar."

I see it in the words, Where your hand dragged over the wet ink.

For wounded soldiers rarely feel, Of throbbing hearts and broken skin.

Not even the asters accepting your gaze.

I would remember a face like this if I had seen it around.

One-quarter grilled chicken. Naan. And a hell of a story.

One day I was playing cricket with my friends near a field of my house. That day the game was exciting and fun-filled but unfortunately it started raining, we had to stop playing and we took shelter under a tree.