Grant My Prayers by Shahnaz Parvin
This is my two years old nephew Fatin, supplicating for his grandfather, who passed away a year ago on that day. He is too young to speak properly, but the obedience he shows in praying amazed us all. Every day we find him raising his hand in…
The Weight of the Wild
There is a silence that belongs only to the hunter. It is not the silence of peace, but of absolute presence. In the north, we know this when the wind drops and the forest holds its breath, waiting for the movement that defines survival. To…
The Weight of Silence
There is a particular kind of stillness that arrives before the thaw. It is not the absence of life, but a holding of breath. We spend so much of our time looking for the loud, the grand, the things that demand our immediate notice. We forget…