Author: Commonwealth Writers

She opened her hand delicately, like a flower. There was nothing inside.  ‘Do you know how to hide an idea?’…

It is not the first time a tourist has died here, but it is the first time a tourist has…

1. I have to believe it was not Mama’s intention that I should die this slow death. That the most…

I had forgotten how steep the staircases were in these pre-war buildings. The Airbnb I had rented for our holiday…

My mother married my father because her husband died, and my father married my mother because his wife passed away.…

Hear nuh man. Everybody know that it have two type a mango that is the best mango to eat. The…

Every patient tells a story. It is written on our bodies when we don’t have the words to share. I’m…

Translated from English to Urdu by Anwar Shahid Khan and Taimoor Shahid  

At first, she tried to quiet her pained moans, but the thin sheets of plywood didn’t offer the dignity she…

I wake on the ward, afloat on ketamine, fentanyl, see sky-blue morphine swifts roost nearby in pleated paper thimbles,  …

I stand before the mirror naked, and I suck in my tummy. The top part of my belly, just below…