Words and Artwork Zaenab Baisaheba J. Imaduddin. (@zaenabimaduddin) 11 June, 2020 A breath you take and a breath you give. Is this delicately balanced transaction an indication that nothing comes for free, except that which is destined for me? By this reckoning, is not prayer also a…
In conversation with Mazher bhai Nizar. Artwork Mazher bhai Nizar. What was the spark? As far as I can remember, during my childhood, staying in Mumbai, I saw the large banners surrounded all over, on the buildings of cinemas mostly, and their colours had an…
Words Arwa J. Header Credits Shireen A. (@artistrybyshireen) This place was the haunt of her childhood where she had been taken when she had no sense of a place except her parent’s arms. This place so close to home yet worlds away from the narrow streets…
Words Sakeenah N. Art Direction and Paper Art Alifiya S and Stephanie W. The grip went loose, I’m walking aimlessly, The mirrors have shattered, making wounds flawlessly, As they prick, my blood oozes out and so do the tears, In this place where everyone is…
Words Safiya A. Digital Header Fatema A. I grew up in a small town on the outskirts of Boston. I was one of a few Indian students and I was the only Muslim girl in my class. It was easy to get swept up in the…
Words Zahra K. Header Credits Fatema A. (@cosmicweavers) If airline companies gave free miles for every mile scrolled with a thumb on a touch screen, I would’ve travelled the world by now and still had sufficient left to pass on. My journey with social media began…
Words Fatema A. Header Credits Fatema A. (@cosmicweavers) Summers for the past two years have been incredibly anxiety-inducing for me. When this lockdown began, I sent my mentor a voice note dramatically exclaiming “I’m going crazy.” She laughed and asked why? Seemingly endless days were why;…
Words Arwa A. Header Credits Tasneem J. (@tjphotography53) These days you could trade for a yo-yo spinning on tabletop, tracing maps. Like us, routes counted by footprints danced. In our backpacks, a wild palette of unfettered dreams. Unpolished hands paint the sands gold; only we are…
Words Munira E. Header Credits Ruqaiya K. (@rkphotography53) The seeds have been sown, the saplings are grown, and Rain decides to take its break. He sits back in his chair, Rocks back and forth softly amidst wild air, and shuts his eyes after months end.…
Words Zahra K. Header Credits Tasneem A. (@tasneemamiruddin) As a child, summer vacations for me were a mix of bittersweet feelings. Ours spanned from mid-April to mid-June with two months full of possibilities. All my friends enrolled themselves in various classes during the vacations, learning various…