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Colombo, Sri Lanka

Colombo, Sri Lanka

« Wherever I go, I always return. I sometimes don’t want to ever leave. Place is a feeling for me. It is hot air, ferocious rains, and wild beauty. »  —Ameena Hussein, Return

In the year 500 AD the great sage Adishanya had a series of visions that he inscribed on fifty ola leaves. In the late forties an archaeology student discovered...

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Enchantment

The speaker has a crow's nest on her head. It is really her hair heaped on top of her head; tendrils escape into jagged wisps that stand around her face and droop artfully onto her forehead. It is...

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When I was 7, I saw hell

possess the skin of my father.

There was a madman's fury

Simmering in him, his eyes orbs of darkness

and dementia.

I expected flames to erupt into

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For the past ten years I have led a double life, for not only am I a writer I am also a publisher of English language books. Sri Lanka has two official languages: Sinhala and Tamil with English as the link language....

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It hurt watching him hurt. I would see him from time to time around school, leaning against the wall trying to socialize when by the looks of it all he wanted to do was be alone. I think what got me hooked was the...

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I am a Muslim who lives in a non-Muslim country, and not a day goes by that I don’t give thanks for that fact. As a Muslim writing in Sri Lanka, I am fairly confident that even though the Sri Lankan Muslim community...

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"You are a storyteller, so tell me a story."

"I will."

She looked across the table at the big man. His grey hair. His brown eyes. She watched him get older as time passed and wondered if he had...

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As the co-teacher for the Between the Lines: Silk Routes Program held during the summer of 2016, I had the chance of meeting creative and talented youth from seven different countries. The essence of the Silk Routes...

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Laying on this uncomfortable couch which daddy drove all night to find,

Made me realize,

I am living and breathing in a shantytown

And this sincerely made me want to drown,

As never once...

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Wherever I go, I always return. I sometimes don’t want to ever leave. Place is a feeling for me. It is hot air, ferocious rains, and wild beauty, yet there are times when it is all chaos, sadness, injustice and...

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Race Course Building Then & Now
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Making Tea at Home
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