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“Lost Muskan”: Pakistan’s Latest Victim of Forced Conversions

Sixteen-year-old Muskaan, a Christian girl from Sindh, was kidnapped, raped, and forcibly converted to Islam. After nine months in captivity, she escaped Naeem Sahoutara Sixteen-year-old Muskaan bursts into cheerful laughter, as she sings hymns during a Christmas party in a shelter home in Karachi. The Catholic Christian teenager,

For You – Poetry from Thailand

For you I’ll write like primeval oceans Hung with swollen voices That are not from the future Or the past or the present… Stephen A. Rozwenc, an American expat poet who resides in Thailand, shares his poem Stephen A. Rozwenc is an American expat poet who resides in Thailand. He has published 6 collections of

Bangladesh: History of Tanchangyas Minority

Anthropological study of the arrival of the small ethnic group Tanchangyas in Bangladesh A review of history shows that Dainaks or Tanchangyas came to Bangladesh unable to bear torture and oppression. It is said that the Arakanese used to persecute the Tanchangyas. The Tanchangyas have crossed a long path of history with the identity

Travelogue: A Winter Adventure in Porto, Portugal

My journey to Porto, Portugal, began early on the morning of January 8th, 2025. Alongside my travel companion, Imran Jamali, we embarked on an exciting trip from Stockholm, Sweden, to the heart of Portugal. Arriving in Porto, we were greeted by the cool, crisp air and the promise of exploring a city rich in history, culture, and unique

How a Mega Dam Disrupts the Flow of Water – and Money

At the peak of summer monsoon, I woke to rain pelting the tinned roof. The noise hurt my eardrums. Surely venturing onto the river in this weather would be disastrous. I was hoping that Bimal would not call. But he did. A few hours later, we were on the banks of the Subansiri River waiting for our ride, a wooden boat piloted by a man named