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  unexpected visitors: novera ahmed and hamidur rahman
i stayed ten or twelve days in rome, at the end of which i boarded the train for florence. once there i headed straight for the villa fabricotti1, the academy's international hostel.
 
 
  COOKING A POT OF RICE
Six weeks after I came to America, I began to hanker for plain white rice, cooked the way my mother used to back in Bangladesh. I was tired of fried rice, of Mexican beans and rice, of the sticky Japanese stuff, of wild rice from Louisiana, even the ...
 
 
  THE MASK-MAKER BY THE SEA
I first eyed the massive white Victorian hotel that lay by the ocean front like a cold slab of mausoleum wall one sunny afternoon. I was on my way to make a trek up a great big hill known as the Bray Head in the small seaside town of Bray, roughly ...
 
 
  "BUON VIAGGIO"
I avoided talking to people, mostly because I couldn’t say much more than hello. I wanted to talk, but the fear of not being understood, or mixing up four years of French with two weeks of Italian, stopped me. I sat down on ...
 
 
  NAMING THE CHINESE WAY
It used to be that you delivered the baby, established respiration, then looked down south and said “It’s a boy” or “It’s a girl,” or better still, held up the baby for the mother to see. This ...
 
 
 
was published in November 2016
 
 
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Fiction
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highlighted articles
 
THERE IS A LIZARD ON THIS BUS
Weary, at the end of your day, you enter an evening bus. You attach seamlessly ...
 
SHOOTING AT SHARKS
In the summer of 1966 we went by ship from East Pakistan to West Pakistan. We ...
 
 
 
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