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Rape

First part

Mansur was aimlessly wandering along the earthen road beside the village he lived in and the sun was a few steps away from middle of the sky. He made the day off by his […]

By |May 17th, 2017|Literature, Women|2 Comments

Hypatia comes to our town

In one of the most despicable attempts to restrict free expression to be seen in recent times, Bangla Academy has tried to impose a two-year ban on “Srabon Prokashoni,” a secular publishing house.

The grounds for the sanction, as it was understood from media reports, was that Robin Ahsan, the owner of the entity went to […]

End the culture of impunity

A victory day free from the physical presence of any known war criminal was probably the central theme of this years victory day celebration, and it was indeed something to celebrate. This year’s extraordinary celebration saw thousands of patriots from all walks of life marching in colorful rallies, healing the wounds of the recent communal atrocities.

But […]

Regionalism

One evening, on a busy highway in Dhaka city a lot of buses with many passengers on it and cars with a few people were running up and down to their destinies. All of a sudden, a bus pushed at the back side of another bus, but not very hard because the bus driver was […]

By |April 10th, 2015|Literature, Society|0 Comments

A faded image

My high school situated in a country town was a boys’ school, for that reason we scarcely saw girls nearby. There was also a girls’ school not really far from ours. Often the teaching period of the girls’ school came to an end before the proper time, most often in our tiffin period, for the […]

By |February 11th, 2015|Literature|2 Comments

The girl with curved nose

Once upon a time, I fell in love with a girl whose nose was carved in the middle of it. I was proud of her, thinking in mind that apart from her there was no girl in all over the world who had a curved nose. Her curved nose, mainly, caused me a great fascination […]

By |February 3rd, 2015|Literature|3 Comments

Wrath and Happiness over the same incident

Fahad was thinking randomly about various things not connected with each other with his eyes half closed, sitting on a seat beside a window on a bus full of passengers, and the bus was running along the highway in Dhaka city at night nearly eleven o’clock. All of a sudden, he perceived obscurely that the […]

By |January 8th, 2015|Literature|0 Comments
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