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The man and the dog
Flowers left at pavement where writer Abhijit Roy was killed. “It might not be safe for you to come back here,” a friend told me over the phone last week. “I know,” I replied. “I’ve already thought of...
View ArticleRepression in Bangladesh, Farkhunda in Hanover Park
“Sophia,” Ray says in frustration, “You are not taking me seriously!” He’s the manager of a community non-profit office in Hanover Park, a rough area of Cape Town, South Africa. The nonprofit, an...
View Article“He could have been saved but for money”
“Maybe I should kill myself,” my friend said as we walked down a street in Dhaka together. He wasn’t joking. I wasn’t surprised. In April 2013, he had been at the collapse of Rana Plaza. The disaster...
View ArticleBefore dying, a historic victory
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians… Or Bangladeshis. These are the opening lines of famous poem...
View ArticleAny positive change
“I’m going to get some medicine,” the youth said out loud to us. We were standing in a homeless shelter in America, and the guy was saying he meant to go buy some narcotics on the street and use them....
View ArticleA reflection on Language Day
This weekend, Bangladesh celebrated Language Martyr’s Day once again. The holiday is one of my favourites – a celebration of the genuinely beautiful thing that brought me to Bangladesh in the first...
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