Category: Stories

Painting A New Beginning -Maream Binte Mostafiz

Painting has always been received as a gateway to escape from stress and a peaceful way of bursting out emotion. Studies show that after painting or playing with color people feel recharged and refreshed. It is also true that many corporate companies provide coloring material to their brainstorming staff for...

Revolving Armistice -MSF Sadib

From a little girl up to her maternal years, Sanisa has made so many armistices with her mind along with the people around her that it had come to the point to let her existence tossed around, budding dreams hanged and shattered like withered petals in late fall. There has...

Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi The Great Spiritual Master and Poetical Intellect -Mahmudul Hasan Jobayer

Maulana Jalal Uddin Rumi was a great medieval Muslim philosopher, poet, dervish, theologian and Sufi mystic. He described the spiritual world with the language of insight in his poetry. Rumi’s poems have achieved extensive popularity throughout the world, especially among the Iranians, Turks, Tajiks, Greeks and Pashtuns. His spiritual works...

Poker Face – MSF Sadib

Poker Face – MSF Sadib

As I stand there with total disapproval against my mind the city was roaring with wild rush. Calmly I was envisaging this peaceful fuzzy day going by. But as for my musing mind I wasn’t quite sure on that part.To me I was like this pebble in a river current...

Stethoscope – Golam Kibria

Stethoscope – Golam Kibria

I’m almost 80 now. I have grandchildren. Old people talk too much. Maybe it’s a rule of nature. For me, my grandchildren are the listeners. They have so much curiosity which I too had in my early ages. That’s the difference of age 80 and age 8. One delivers and...

A Happy Ending – Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

A Happy Ending – Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

“Mom, brother just came home!”, Jahra yelled as loud as she could. “Jayed, where have you been, son? We were worried sick. Why is your phone turned off?”, Jayed’s mother exclaimed. She was extremely worried so was Jayed’s father and his younger sister Zahra. “Abdullah was calling me so I...

Nerve Lock – Msf Sadib

Nerve Lock – Msf Sadib

It was a bizarre drizzling day. The sun was hiding somewhere; like my mind was ushered by melancholy thoughts. How often does it rain on your birthday? I don’t know how to answer that. Thoughts start rounds of applause at the sheer wit of my utmost clueless blank notion. A...

October 9th By Tanbina Siddiqui

October 9th By Tanbina Siddiqui

The irritating morning alarm disturbed my precious sleep but the seasonal rain boosted it up again. The sky was cold and grey and is very mysterious as if a dangerous storm was about to come and change the entire nature and me in some way. There is nothing better than...

My Friend Rashed –  Kazi Falguni Eshita

My Friend Rashed – Kazi Falguni Eshita

“Okay, so perimeter is the border around anything, right, Abba?” Dana asked, still concentrated on the geometric figures spread in front of her. “Yes, princess. Can you tell me what area is?” “Umm…it’s like, the amount of space inside a shape.” Alam Haque ran a hand through his daughter’s thick...

Courage – Tanbina Siddiqui

Courage – Tanbina Siddiqui

The sky is cloudy again, everything is so dark and grey. It’s just two in the afternoon yet it feels like a dark cold night. I knew the electricity would go off so I managed some candles and a match stick beforehand. I lit the candle and went to check...

Guilty Eye – Golam Kibria

Guilty Eye – Golam Kibria

“Hey, Nida, ” Kezban tried to catch my face. But I acted like nothing happened. At last kezban crossed the road and grabbed my hand.  “Why avoiding us? ” Oh Eda is also with her. I didn’t notice her before. Kezban and Nida are my friends. “I’d better be going,...

Joe’s Pen ।  Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

Joe’s Pen । Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

I was only 20 years old when I started writing. My father was one of those little paid employees, who worked all day on a desk filled with documents and files. My mother died because of an illness 7 years ago. Obviously, we couldn’t spend little money for her medical...

MIDDLE CLASS DREAMS ।  Rafikul Hoque

MIDDLE CLASS DREAMS । Rafikul Hoque

Mr. Jamaluddin is now in the balcony, looking towards the starry sky. The sky is clear today. He is trying to count the stars, and thinking about the strange pattern of the stars in the sky. In his imagination he is trying to draw a parallel line among the stars...

Warmth -Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

-Hey, Zaid!  How do you feel?” -“I don’t know haha. But I guess I’m in a good mood because I’m starting a conversation with you” -“Oi Oi are you saying that it’s wrong to talk to me, huh?” -“Haha oh please do forgive me for my rudeness.” -“Hummm apology accepted.”...

FEATHER Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

She was beautiful. No, she wasn’t fare. Her skin was not white. She was skinny, didn’t have a nice figure. She didn’t have long silky thick hair. But still she was beautiful. She represented beauty in her words, in her writing, in her work. She was honest. She was polite....

DAFFODIL’S RITUAL Golam Kibria

Here it is Adria. Our creator created the creatures that He might be known. He created flowers with much care Adria think so. Adria feels that deep in flowers roots, all flowers keep the flame. And so, she keeps a flower garden in her house. One night while she was...

This Is My Will -Fatima Binte Mostafiz

Such a sunny day it is, there is no cloud in the morning sky. And the sun is burning gracefully. But its beauty is nothing to the people of Gaza. They are running for a place to hide themselve from the bombs of Israeli plane. But still a little boy...

Last sight -Fatima binte Mostafiz

Here I am, sitting on a bench, waiting for the train to arrive. I can see how annoyed everyone is, just because the train is late today. But what about me? What am I feeling? In this case, my answer is nothing. I’m not feeling annoyed, angry, sad or anything....