Made to Love Magic, by Shahnaz Parvin
I was born to love no one. No one to love me. Only the wind in the long green grass, the frost in a broken tree, I was made to love magic. All its wonder to know, but you all lost that magic.
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Father’s Day for Rani, by Shahnaz Parvin
It’s a tradition in Bangladesh to invite relatives and pray for the departure soul. 16 June was the Father’s Day and it was my father’s death anniversary too. After losing parents, memories always hurt more in some special days. On this June 16, 2013, rather than inviting some rich relatives, I decided to spend times […]
The Girl with a Red Rose, by Shahnaz Parvin
In a photo walk with some of my friends at Keraniganj Dockyard of Old Dhaka, we met many small kids. They were returning after finishing their school. I noticed every one of them were carrying red roses, and when I asked them, how they had got it? They replied that they had bought it. All […]