Ayesha Sharmin Hossain is a Bengali-Canadian writer from Downtown Toronto. Sometimes she can be found with a paintbrush and palette at 3 am painting Michelangelo's David to procrastinate on assignments, scribbling her little poems in her notes app or fiddling with her ukulele. As the human embodiment of chaos and perhaps the mortal patron god of clutter, she has drawers full of old handwritten letters, shiny objects, funky knickknacks and suffers from an overconsumption of books.
I come from rich fertile lands threaded through with ribbons of blue-green water. I come from where crows mourn their dead under Poinciana trees and badgers scamper through wild sugarcane, tiny pawprints left like memories in the dirt. Or as my mother calls the long…
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