Issue 3

Every patient tells a story. It is written on our bodies when we don’t have the words to share. I’m…

Translated from English to Urdu by Anwar Shahid Khan and Taimoor Shahid  

At first, she tried to quiet her pained moans, but the thin sheets of plywood didn’t offer the dignity she…

I wake on the ward, afloat on ketamine, fentanyl, see sky-blue morphine swifts roost nearby in pleated paper thimbles,  …

I stand before the mirror naked, and I suck in my tummy. The top part of my belly, just below…

Gautam, of course, was prepared for the pandemic before it even hit. He had become increasingly taken with alternative medicine…

Faint purple liquid advanced along the tube towards his mother’s flesh. Her left hand lay stretched out, palm facing upwards,…

Today is a beautiful spring day. Light shimmers on the bark of the gum tree opposite our apartment block and…

I’ll never forget that evening. I was sitting where the late sun falls on our threshing area, hulling broad beans.…