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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« 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
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When home becomes the scattered limbs of your mother’s body, the screams of your sister as savages rip her apart and missiles raining fire on the streets, you will run. Feet slapping against rubble, glass, sand and... media_text
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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... media_text
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I grew up in a house which had books in every room. We read everything we could lay our hands on. From well thumbed, back copies of my uncle’s Readers Digests to my father’s leather bound tomes of Anna Karenina, and... media_text
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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... media_text
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The Maldivian culture, language and literary traditions are a few things one simply does not get uninterested in too easily. One of our most loved literary traditions is “raivaru”, this is a form of reciting poetry... media_text
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In 1325 at the age of 22, Ibn Battuta, the great Moroccan traveler, left his home in Tangier for pilgrimage.He covered 117,000 km and travelled as far as China, even making his way to Sri Lanka in 1344. While in Sri...
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Don Justin Haputantri’s Day Don Justin works on a small coconut land on the North-West Coast of Sri Lanka. His home town is in a very different area of the island – the South. Unlike here, where it is semi-... media_text
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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... media_text
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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... media_text
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Sunil died in the bomb blast. He was my fruiterer. Which bomb blast you ask? Does it matter? He had gone for the election rally at the town hall. The bomb went off. Sunil died. That's all. When I got home two days... media_text
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I grew up in a house which had books in every room. We read everything we could lay our hands on. From well thumbed, back copies of my uncle’s Readers Digests to my father’s leather bound tomes of Anna Karenina, and... media_text
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