Category Archives: Taslima Nasrin

25 August 1962 – Till Date, Mymensingh , Bangladesh.

Mother’s Story – Taslima Nasrin

1  My mother’s eyes became yellowish, egg-yoke like.  Her belly swelled out rapidly like an overly full water tank  ready to burst at any moment.  No longer able to stand up, or sit down, or even move her fingers, she … Continue reading

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Mosque, Temple – Taslima Nasrin

Let the pavilions of religion  be ground to bits,  let the bricks of temples, mosques, guruduaras, churches  be burned in blind fire,  and upon those heaps of destruction  let lovely flower gardens grow, spreading their fragrance.  let children’s schools and … Continue reading

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So Let Them Rule The World – Taslima Nasrin

Just let them be free to do as they please…  Let all the doors of the world’s arsenals swing open for them…  Let them wield their swords and hang rifles from their waists…  Let them clutch grenades in their fists…  … Continue reading

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The Safe House – Taslima Nasrin

I’m compelled to live in such a house  Where I’m forbidden to say ‘I like it not’  Though I feel aghast to live in here.  Such a safe house I live in  Where I’m destined to live and suffer  But … Continue reading

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Poem – The Female – Taslima Nasrin

BIRTH  In the instinct of no-creature-of-Nature  the birth of a female is considered undesirable.  Only humans consider it strange.  CHILDHOOD  Since she has been born,  let her stay in an obscure corner of her home  and learn to survive.  ADOLESCENCE  … Continue reading

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Poem – The Game In Reverse – Taslima Nasrin 

The other day in Ramna park I saw a boy buying a girl.  I‘d really like to buy a boy for five or ten taka,  a clean-shaven boy, with a fresh shirt, combed and parted hair,  a boy on the … Continue reading

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Poem – India – Taslima Nasrin

(to Sumit Chakrabarty) India is not just India, even from before I was born,  India has been my history.  My history, carved into two by daggers of animosity and hatred, running breathlessly towards uncertain possibilities,  with the terrible crack at the … Continue reading

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