By Zaneeta Alam

Broken doors beat a wind-song. An orphan paints life on crumbling walls, moss his emerald muse. Rag tapestries, sewn with callused kisses, hide hollow eyes. Rationed dreams, superhero shields against cold nights, some fading as dawn paints the sky. But the others, they keep dreaming, eyes burning bright, for tomorrow may be their masterpiece.

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Zaneeta Alam is a new and emerging writer from Bangladesh. When she’s not reading mystery novels, she possesses a deep passion for storytelling, experimenting with various genres, and examining the intersections of ethics and human nature.