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‘Those Immigrants!’: A Psychological Exploration of Achievement

By Scott Haas
Those Immigrants!: A Psychological Exploration of Achievement is my latest book, and comes about through a five year effort to understand better the challenges, resilience, and unique contributions of thirty prominent Indian-Americans from immigrant backgrounds. It is a limited sample of people, not an academic guide to what’s what, but rather it is meant as an anecdotal contribution to recognizing the skills, strengths, fallacies, and observations of a range of people across the U.S.

Family History, Secrets, and Universal Truths in Creative Nonfiction

By Lopa Banerjee
All great memoir and nonfiction works begin with the writer’s impulse to tell a true story with honesty, passion, and urgency. It may be a story that involves the lives of immediate others who surround him, but the writer is successful after unfolding the story to his audience only if and when the purpose is to bring forward universal truth, to evoke universal emotions where the family is the nucleus.

Three Poems

By Yash Pandit
I hold you as one holds a shadow; in my eyes,
I lose you between the flickers of light
And darkness. The radio screams,
“Don’t persist on leaving today.”

Struggle and Conformity in Kashmir Valley

By Zaboor Ahmad
Corruption is often allowed to permeate in politically fragmented societies as it engenders vested interests while creating necessary centripetal force by helping to maintaining status quo. A system has been created over the decades based on client-patron relationship.

Nothing Honourable in Honour Killings

By Kouser Fathima
Ironically many boys from these families lead horrible lives, get into drugs, harass women, and indulge in gambling or worse crimes. But they are seldom shot or killed by the families. When was the last time a boy was killed for bringing dishonour to the family?

Five Poems

By Harnidh Kaur
I fed you bullets,
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
for sixty seven years, every day,
slipped into the buns you bought
from the nanwai, dissolved into
the noon chai you drank.

Short Story: The Black Diamond

By Haris Ahmed
All these years and despite all odds, she had always ensured that her kids won’t turn into some petty urchins like the hundreds of children in the village, who were stuck in the vicious cycle of penury, bereft of a future of their own.

Three Poems

By Willie Gordon Suting
He sees those words dance in the air
He wickedly smiles as he mumbles
and mumbles “Me…am…poet…”