Jintu Gitarth

Sep 5, 2023 | wordswithoutborders.org | Souad Labbize |Jintu Gitarth |Souhaib Ayoub |Victor Heringer

A Second of Stillness Under a boundless sky stretching across the horizon, enveloped in a silence spanning miles, Diganta sat beside his favorite person. Translated from Assamese by Harsita Hiya

Jul 19, 2023 | wordswithoutborders.org | Souhaib Ayoub |Jintu Gitarth |Tobias Carroll |Wesley Lewis

I watched Mustafa Abu Khadra from inside Alia’s shop. He smoked long cigarettes nonstop, inhaling them between his fat lips and spitting out the tobacco that had stuck to his tongue. He stole glances at me from behind his fingers while I hung up dresses on a clothes rack inside. I dropped them, distracted. I started working with Alia after the sawmill owners, the vegetable sellers, and the butchers in Souq Al-Qamih had all refused to hire me. They told my father I was too scrawny.

Jun 20, 2023 | wordswithoutborders.org | Victor Heringer |Amit Dutta |Isabella Corletto |Jintu Gitarth

The trees were dry and brown, the earth and sky buried under layers of dust. With Ankur in the backseat, Diganta maneuvered his scooter through the dust clouds. The recent flood had left the paved road bumpy. Whenever the scooter leaped across potholes, Ankur grabbed Diganta tighter. They rode past the crowds, leaving behind even the smaller villages. Now, unending fields covered either side of the road, empty and lonely.