Prose
Memoranda
Julkifal Rahman
ID no: 21216097
After walking for about half an hour, Tanim found a crowded bus. Seeing the delay and thinking there was no way,...
Love Concealed
Sanjida Yesmin Monisha
ID no: 21216029
For the first time in her life, Ana wept out in the middle of the night. Oh, how heartbroken she...
Dreams Come True
Tahmina Akter
ID no: 21216078
Suddenly Lora woke up from sleep. She remained on the bed for a moment. Then she went to the washroom and...
Bairatnagar
Sadia Afroz
ID no: 21216082
In Hazaribagh, the not –so- favored suburb of Dhaka stood the proud house of Taiyeb Rahman, the Tajmahal. Built with years...
Deceit
Rufaida Rahman
ID no: 21216081
It is the month of December. A frigid Friday morning. The mist is floating like smoke and everything seems obscure outside....
The Time is Now
Tasmiah Aktar
Lecturer, Department of English
“Much rather would she have been one of those people like Richard who did things for themselves, whereas, she thought,...