I once rented an apartment, that earlier belonged to someone else. Someone who loved lavender, as the walls of the living room indicated, Someone who liked the morning sun pour onto their bedroom sheets, While the window lay curtain less
Getting to know my late grandfather, through his book collection Last weekend, I decided to wander in my neighbourhood, with only one agenda. Find myself a corner to read along with some breakfast. As I climbed up the hill in
Childhood lessons in the casteism of perfection Google images“Mariyam has scars on every corner of her face. Count, and tell us how many are there?.. How did you get that scar at the bridge of your nose?.. Oh god, your
In search for the brightest one I used to believe in heavenly skies, with their stars and constellations, for me to gaze. I used to crave to sleep under their watchful eyes, as my grandmother would deck up the courtyard
Growing up and growing old Google Images“Will you discuss with your manager, the dates of your visit?”, Dad messaged me one Friday morning, while I was in office. “Haven’t yet. Probably, tomorrow,” I replied. “I think it’s better you complete
Julie and Julia (2009) On a cloudy Sunday morning, I woke up thinking about going to one of Hong Kong’s famous wet markets to purchase a few vegetables for the week. Living in South East Asia for more than two
Away from home and searching for one Sunset at Victoria Harbour. Hong Kong. Personal collection.“Do you feel at home?,” my new flatmate asked me last night. As I was cleaning the kitchen counter, she sprang the question out of nowhere.
Personal archive. Hong Kong.The whistling winds by my window, the smoothness of their ice. The greying of those structures around me, through the darkening of the skies. They speak to me freedom. Speak to me life. It is lonely, as my
Being a woman. Being single. Being Indian. Personal image. Shot in Hong Kong.“So how was your trip to Singapore?”, asked the attending nurse to me as she prepared to administer the weekly round of chemo to my Dad. “It went well
A journalist by training, Mariyam Haider is a writer and performance poet in Singapore.
She is the researcher of the book The Billionaire Raj: A Journey Through India’s New Gilded Age written by James Crabtree.
Her writing has appeared in Hindustan Times, Livemint, Feminism In India, New Asian Writing and Kitaab.