Stories

Paro and Manju, bosom friends, had a common love interest: Shahrukh Khan. The epiphany of their love happened as they…

‘Your mother’s an ironmonger.’ ‘She is not.’ The word was new to me, but from the way Genevieve said it,…

I don’t smoke cigars. Everyone thinks I do, but I don’t. I just let them dangle between my lips and…

My back hurts; my head throbs; my shirt is sticking to me, tight against my skin. The sun is high,…

The Hurricane King, Ayabingi, could not keep still. High above the blue Atlantic waters, he whirled and paced, dark clouds…

Waves – the anguish of the sea gods, in pitch black midnight, squirt squalls of salt spray. Its bitterness biting…

I remember a Diba. He was young, mellow, with a head too small for its voluminous hair. He had an…

She opened her hand delicately, like a flower. There was nothing inside.  ‘Do you know how to hide an idea?’…

It is not the first time a tourist has died here, but it is the first time a tourist has…

1. I have to believe it was not Mama’s intention that I should die this slow death. That the most…

I had forgotten how steep the staircases were in these pre-war buildings. The Airbnb I had rented for our holiday…

My mother married my father because her husband died, and my father married my mother because his wife passed away.…

Hear nuh man. Everybody know that it have two type a mango that is the best mango to eat. The…

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…