Essays

Commentary, EssaysFebruary 14, 2011

Khushaal Pakistan

By TMS Staff

By Wajiha Hyder

Articles, Essays, MagazineFebruary 14, 2011

My Digital Friend

By TMS Staff

By Aaron Grierson Cyber etiquette. How many people exist out there that you would call a friend, or even acquaintance? Of all of those…

Globetrotter, Roving EyeFebruary 14, 2011

Globetrotter: Truly Asia

By TMS Staff

Hong Kong. Malaysia. Singapore.

Commentary, EssaysOctober 12, 2010

Requiem for the Bears

By TMS Staff

By Hussain Kazmi Bear versus Hound Many amongst us grew up reading fantasy tales and fables that cast bears as the wise, strong companions…

Articles, EssaysOctober 11, 2010

Maintaining Creative Integrity

By TMS Staff

By Gareth Trew The work of writers and poets stands at the precipice of self-defeat. One of the challenges facing emerging artists â€“ increasingly…

Commentary, EssaysOctober 11, 2010

Publication… On LSD

By TMS Staff

Why breaking into the publishing scene through Print on Demand publication might not always be the best approach.

Commentary, EssaysOctober 11, 2010

Pakistan Youth Alliance: A Review

By TMS Staff

By Wajiha Hyder Saving the country, one natural disaster at a time. To help and serve oneâ€™s country and that too without the expectation…

Articles, EssaysOctober 11, 2010

The Price of Tea

By TMS Staff

Chartering a land of red tape

In the Magazine

A Word from the Editor

Don’t cry like a girl. Be a (wo)man.

Why holding up the women in our lives can help build a nation, in place of tearing it down.

Literature

This House is an African House

"This house is an African house./ This your body is an African womanâ€™s body..." By Kadija Sesay.

Literature

Shoots

"Sapling legs bend smoothly, power foot in place,/ her back, parallel to solid ground,/ makes her torso a table of support..." By Kadija Sesay.

Literature

A Dry Season Doctor in West Africa

"She presses her toes together. I will never marry, she says. Jamais dans cette vie! Where can I find a man like you?" By...

In the Issue

Property of a Sorceress

"She died under mango trees, under kola nut/ and avocado trees, her nose pressed to their roots,/ her hands buried in dead leaves, her...

Literature

What Took Us to War

"What took us to war has again begun,/ and what took us to war/ has opened its wide mouth/ again to confuse us." By...

Literature

Sometimes, I Close My Eyes

"sometimes, this is the way of the world,/ the simple, ordinary world, where things are/ sometimes too ordinary to matter. Sometimes,/ I close my...

Literature

Quarter to War

"The footfalls fading from the streets/ The trees departing from the avenues/ The sweat evaporating from the skin..." By Jumoke Verissimo.

Literature

Transgendered

"Lagos is a chronicle of liquid geographies/ Swimming on every tongue..." By Jumoke Verissimo.

Fiction

Sketches of my Mother

"The mother of my memories was elegant. She would not step out of the house without her trademark red lipstick and perfect hair. She...

Fiction

The Way of Meat

"Every dayâ€”any dayâ€”any one of us could be picked out for any reason, and we would be... Weâ€™d part like hair, pushing into the...

Fiction

Between Two Worlds

"Ursula spotted the three black students immediately. Everyone did. They could not be missed because they kept to themselves and apart from the rest...."...

Essays

Talking Gender

"In fact it is often through the uninformed use of such words that language becomes a tool in perpetuating sexism and violence against women...

Essays

Unmasking Female Circumcision

"Though the origins of the practice are unknown, many medical historians believe that FGM dates back to at least 2,000 years." Gimel Samera looks...

Essays

Not Just A Phase

"...in the workplace, a person can practically be forced out of their job by discrimination, taking numerous days off for fear of their physical...

Essays

The Birth of Bigotry

"The psychology of prejudice demands that we are each our own moral police". Maria Amir on the roots of bigotry and intolerance.

Fiction

The Score

"The person on the floor was unmistakeably dead. It looked like a woman; she couldnâ€™t be sure yet..." By Hawa Jande Golakai.