The Last Visit
The Last Visit A short story and photo series by Shameelah Khan For my late grandfather. Papa Your skin bent Under the weight of the moon Managing to make water the shape of its shadow
The Work of Laurelie Rae
Hikaayat is pleased to showcase the extraordinary work of Laurelie Rae, a Canadian artist, educator and author based in Istanbul. In 2015, she published Islamic Art and Architecture: Memories of Seljuk and Ottoman Masterpieces in
Kebabs and Jazz
There are some evenings warm enough that the restaurant opens its large windows and keeps them open after sundown. The music at this North London Turkish spot may have been scoffed at by my new
The Archive
I try to find my mother Over the years Searching In the archives Of love and loss digesting memory An uncomfortable silence That shapes My body Her body Sometimes, she was her Other times, I
This Is The Colour
This is the colour of true love, it overflows but it never withers away –– Sana Ginwalla Lusaka, Zambia. Five years ago, I visited my grandparents in Gujarat, India where they stay in a house
Illustrations by Shamail Al Adawi
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…Submerged
You walk away, not only with your elegant existence, Entire universe leaves with you, once you leave. The marvels, The stars, All the planets (discovered and undiscovered ), Shining dust, supernovas, meteorites, asteroids, comets, the
At Last
Deep, from within the six feet, I knocked at your door at midnight. Why, then, did you not hear my call? Were my cries too feeble for your eternal mercy? I sat beside your remains
A Poem on Womanhood and A Poem for My Mother
WOMANHOOD My chocolate colored coat smells of arabica coffee beans and samples of perfume bottles I cannot afford yet The linen doesn’t feel secure anymore I am changing along with my wool fabric This is