Every July, as the monsoon clouds drift over my city, Moro and the winds carry the scent of distant mountains, a vivid memory returns to me like an old friend. It was July of the year 2000 — a full 25 years ago — when I embarked on an unforgettable journey to the northern areas of Pakistan. A journey that wasn’t just about
You know…
Being a daughter…
Isn’t just about being born.
It’s about—
Carrying your own silence
Like a second skin.
Nisar Banbhan, a seasoned poet and writer, based in Karachi, the capital city of Sindh shares his poetry
Hailing from Village Mir Muhammad Banbhan, Taluka Mirwah, District
“What is it you really want?”
The thought, once stripped, is smiling.
I gaze at it for a long time.
Dr. Siyoung Doung, a poetess from Korea, shares her poems
Dr. Siyoung Doung graduated from the Department of Korean Language and Literature at Dongguk University and earned a Ph.D. in Korean Language and Literature
Now when the winds begin to roar,
She smiles—she’s stronger than before.
Not made of stone, but fire and skin,
With every scar, she rose again.
Ruxshona Abdurahimova, a 10th grade student at Angren, a city of Tashkent region of Uzbekistan, shares her poetry
Rise Again
They told her she was far too
Beauty is not a mirror, but a window, reflecting not just what we see, but who we are
When we hear the word “beauty,” the mind often races to images shaped by glossy magazines, curated social media feeds, or the sparkling figures of popular culture. We are taught to associate beauty with symmetry, flawlessness, youth, and
