The Forbidden Home of the Ancestors

By Marzia Rahman Of all the people in the world, I least expected my brother to knock at my door. That too in the early hours of dawn. Why do I like dawn so much? I often ask myself. Is it because of the serenity? Or the quietness? The world has yet to wake up; … Continue reading The Forbidden Home of the Ancestors

A Rendezvous That I Dreaded

By Marzia Rahman And almost canceled it, but it was nothing daunting or dreadful.  Rather it was fun, just like old days—those green and gleeful days—when we were young and carefree, and I was naïve and not married.   Daniel said he was working in a multinational company called Brad and Brad. He looked charming as … Continue reading A Rendezvous That I Dreaded