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Ashulia

by Zubair Ahmed
Illustration by Aimee Shapiro

Ashulia

Zubair Ahmed
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For seven years
My father drove me to Ashulia every evening
To watch the sunset.
Back then, Ashulia was nothing,
A long stretch of dirt road
Cutting through a wide river
Which passed us on both sides
Like someone lost within us.
I remember his vanishing hair,
His missing teeth and spotted skin.
His laughter gave birth to the softness of my skull
And the uneven beating of my heart.
He told me to fold a muslin sari,
Throw it into the river
And watch it float away.
I asked him about God,
Under which rock he hides his mansion.
He told me he found God
On the corner of his palms.
Twenty years later, his body floated
Through all two hundred fourteen rivers of Bangladesh.

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