Marzia Rahman | The Antonym

Under the Old Banyan Tree, We Meet – Marzia Rahman

May 15, 2022 | Fiction | 0 |

Leaning against the two motorcycles, we chat for hours. Just like the old days. The masks are a sad reminder though. That life is uncertain, and a strange virus looms nearby.This is where we usually meet—in front of Charan Das’s...

The Abandoned House – Marzia Rahman

Apr 10, 2022 | Fiction | 0 |

Every house has chests. Secrets folded under the stacks of silks and starched cotton. Some houses evoke fairytales. Roses and marigolds swaying in the front yard, giggling child on a swing. Some, on the other hand, look as if...

Malti – Marzia Rahman

Mar 28, 2022 | Fiction | 0 |

My name is Malti. I was named after a flower, my grandmother told me, but she couldn’t tell my birthyear. She only remembered that it was the month of Sraban, the courtyard was filled with water, and our neighbor, Lala Miah’s...

My Naughty Monkeys – Marzia Rahman

Mar 15, 2022 | Fiction | 0 |

I’d secret names for the men I went out with. Animal names. No, it’s not offensive. It’s scientific. It’s ingenious and poetic too.Don’t humans share a common ape ancestor with chimpanzees? Don’t all men display certain animal...

Masks and Balloons – Marzia Rahman

Mar 6, 2022 | Fiction | 1 |

Photograph – Aritra Sanyal Back then, Baba sold balloons; Ma worked as a cook in two houses. And one roadside rice stall where she peeled loads of onions and cried a lot.I used to go with Baba, making rounds in the...

Mr. John Bingley Has Thirty-Nine Hats but No Heir – Marzia Rahman

Feb 28, 2022 | Fiction | 0 |

I have thirty-nine hats, mostly fedoras, some panamas, and a few trilbies. Each of them holds onto their pride and price tags distinctly. Tightly.Too tightly, I believe. Like the grip of a coconut crab. I accept it, I don’t...

The Dream He Forgot – Marzia Rahman

Jan 9, 2022 | Fiction | 1 |

The Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest Finalist And the days smell like copper. And the nights like Star cigarettes and cheap sentiments. And the whistles come from tea stalls, roadside cafés, a young man, riding a...

There are Fireflies in the Dark – Marzia Rahman

Nov 12, 2021 | Non Fiction | 0 |

Marzia Rahman is a Bangladeshi fiction writer and translator. Her flashes have appeared globally in many literary journals. Her novella-in-flash Life on the Edges was longlisted in the Bath Novella-in-Flash Award Competition in 2018.