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violent

An eye for an eye makes the world blind. Wise words, Gandi, but are they really true? If violence wasn’t the answer, then why are wars the cornerstone of human civilization? Why must we kill to survive? And where do we draw the line that separates humanity from violence? Or are the lines irrevocably blurred?

» Posted By Nishat On 07.20.2011 @ 6:37 pm

megaphone

Every other day, in the streets of urban Bangladesh, one can hear words blaring from a megaphone. Sometimes it’s sad because a person might be missing, other times, it’s some political issue. Either way, you’ll hear those megaphones loud and clear.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.19.2011 @ 6:41 pm

trophy

The trophy stands proud on my desk. Gleaming with pride, shining with joy. But it’s arrogant stature doesn’t fool me. It’s just an empty cup.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.18.2011 @ 10:18 pm

sticks

Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
Erroneous.
Words hurt more than sticks or stones. They pierce deeper and burn hotter than any physical object.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.17.2011 @ 8:42 pm

cigarette

My sister has recently taken up smoking. I understand when adults smoke, but kids are a whole different story. Peer pressure equals picking up that dreaded cigarette.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.15.2011 @ 7:59 pm

bow

A bow is just a name for a pretty knot.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.14.2011 @ 8:44 pm

plague

A plague eats away at my conscience. Warning me of imminent danger. Something is rotting within. I must prevent this plague. I must fight this disease.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.13.2011 @ 6:46 am

straw

I like the thinner straws. They allow you you drink slower. That way, you really get the time to appreciate what you’re having.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.12.2011 @ 7:04 am

mean

I mean, you know.
I mean, I understand.
I mean, yeah sure!
I mean, it’s alright.
I mean, fudge!
I mean, whatever.
I mean, you know what I mean?

» Posted By Nishat On 07.10.2011 @ 11:26 pm

expecting

Expectation is the worst state of being. It’s when you know what you want, and you’re so close to getting it too, but then there’s so much uncertainty about whether it’s actually going to happen. Never. Expect. Anything.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.09.2011 @ 7:13 pm

chores

I rarely do chores. But then, in the Bangladeshi culture, all household duties rest on the delicate shoulders of the wives. So Ammu (Mom) does all the work around the house. I’m working on changing that..

» Posted By Nishat On 07.08.2011 @ 7:31 pm

maroon

Marooned. Alone, in despair.
Maroon. The color of deep dark rage.
Two forms of the same word, two forms of the same emotion.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.07.2011 @ 8:13 pm

stem

Everything stems from something.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.05.2011 @ 8:42 pm

assisted

Assisted is such a nice initiative. Yet, sometimes, it’s awfully demeaning. I guess that depends on the person I am, and the person who is assisting me.

» Posted By Nishat On 07.04.2011 @ 8:54 pm

honest

I’d like to think I’m an honest person. The best kind of people, in my opinion, are the honest ones. And it’s not even about telling the truth. Honestly is about being yourself. Living life with zero worries about what others think.

» Posted By Nishat On 06.30.2011 @ 8:12 pm

lust

He looked at her glimmering eyes and wry smile and knew he felt something for her that he’s never felt before. This time it was not the warmth in is heart, an innate affection; it was a fire enveloping his chest, the need to have her, body and soul.

» Posted By Nishat On 06.27.2011 @ 8:23 pm

antlers

I’ve never seen antlers in real life. I’ve only observed them on DIscovery Channel and the likes. Nonetheless, their shapes are very intriguing and uniques. The sharp cuves and twists, reaching for the sky, yet struggling to keep up remind me of how life is. We all stuggle agaist gravity to get to where we want to be.

» Posted By Nishat On 06.25.2011 @ 9:56 pm

beloved

My beloved pet dog – Pandu, I miss you so very much; you’ll always have a special place in my heart.

» Posted By Nishat On 06.12.2011 @ 9:25 pm

remember

I remember everything…memories are never really lost; they’re always hidden..somewhere in the cockles of my mind. I remember being young, I remember being happy, I remember being challenged, I remember overcoming those challenges. There’s so much I remember.

» Posted By Nishat On 05.30.2011 @ 9:49 pm

killed

I killed someone today and it wasn’t pretty. He was murdered in the cold blood in daylight. It was hard to picture that I did it, my blood mixed with his in an effort to save himself. It was raining, no one was around and I for some reason did not panic amidst the chaos. The man in question was one who had a bright future and now with his murder on my hands I was doomed to spend the rest of my life in jail if anyone found out.

» Posted By Nishat On 11.18.2010 @ 11:40 am

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