July/August 2011

Ashulia

A new poem

by Zubair Ahmed
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.

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Zubair Ahmed was born and raised in Dhaka, Bangladesh. In 2005, he and his family won the DV lottery and received the opportunity to emigrate to the U.S. He now studies mechanical engineering and creative writing at Stanford University.

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