Raaza Jamshed Raaza Jamshed i(12338518 works by) (a.k.a. Raaza Jamshed Butt)
Gender: Female
Heritage: Pakistani
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1 Muhammad Raaza Jamshed , 2021 single work essay
— Appears in: Sydney Review of Books , April 2021; Second City : Essays from Western Sydney 2021;
1 Miracle Windows Raaza Jamshed , 2019 single work short story
— Appears in: Australian Book Review , September no. 414 2019; (p. 41-45)

'The call of a bansuri rising to her window from the street below awakens Mehr. It is a crooked call; the initial notes, delicate and malleable, make all the right turns inside the hollow of a bamboo reed, but soon miss the swivel that all sounds must make to morph into melodies. The magic that happens between a human mouth and a hollow reed reaches her when she’s still half asleep. A raag paws at the cobwebs of her mind, dyes it in bursts of ochre and green, before a breath at one end of the bansuri attempts a pitch too high; too soon the notes crash against one another, the sound screeches out through the other end of the reed. Mehr jolts awake. Some amateur is fiddling with an instrument down the road. Mehr begins the day with a premonition of missing a turn, an inexplicable sense of possibilities leading to dead walls.'  (Introduction)

1 Concinnity : Some Awkward Digressions Raaza Jamshed , 2019 single work short story
— Appears in: Meanjin , Winter vol. 78 no. 2 2019; (p. 179-185)
1 Of Burnt Photos and Old Friends Raaza Jamshed , 2017 single work short story
— Appears in: Meanjin , December vol. 76 no. 4 2017; (p. 149-154)

'Beyond the glass enclosure of the pool, past the herb garden, city lights bristle at the seams of the sky. Out at the edge of a nature reserve, this house stands at a gentle gradient; on nights when the moon is on the rise I get a tidal view of tree heads standing tall like sentinels at the borders of my house...' (Introduction)

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