Imrul Islam

An open letter to Bangladeshi youth

You hold, in your anger and your compassion, the ability to bend the arc of our future towards justice.

This American Carnage

Four years after newly elected President Donald Trump vowed to stop “an American carnage,” insurrectionists rallied by his lies stormed the US Capitol in an attempt to overthrow the results of the November 3, 2020 presidential elections.

Time and Space

Winter came early that year. Mid-October, a steady wind appeared and transformed Dhaka into a dust bowl; by November, a fog descended and obscured the moon.

Things we lost to the fire

The distance from Lexington to Astoria is six miles; 1.5 hours by foot. On that crisp fall morning, it took twice that.

We are what we remember

When Nana was 24, he saw Muslims slaughtered in prayer. As men prostrated before God, the cold of steel met the warmth of flesh,

The Rape of the Rohingya

When Rohingya refugees first enter Bangladesh, they are greeted with questions. What happened? Who were they with? Where?

Do the masses really vote for fascism?

The elections are over, and India has spoken. Or so I hear. Modi will go on to rule for five more years, the country will systematically

Longing for a home long gone

On a dusky summer night in Sylhet, Mahfuz emerged from the darkness and stepped on a frog.

October 5, 2022
October 5, 2022

An open letter to Bangladeshi youth

You hold, in your anger and your compassion, the ability to bend the arc of our future towards justice.

January 8, 2021
January 8, 2021

This American Carnage

Four years after newly elected President Donald Trump vowed to stop “an American carnage,” insurrectionists rallied by his lies stormed the US Capitol in an attempt to overthrow the results of the November 3, 2020 presidential elections.

October 18, 2019
October 18, 2019

Time and Space

Winter came early that year. Mid-October, a steady wind appeared and transformed Dhaka into a dust bowl; by November, a fog descended and obscured the moon.

October 4, 2019
October 4, 2019

Things we lost to the fire

The distance from Lexington to Astoria is six miles; 1.5 hours by foot. On that crisp fall morning, it took twice that.

September 6, 2019
September 6, 2019

We are what we remember

When Nana was 24, he saw Muslims slaughtered in prayer. As men prostrated before God, the cold of steel met the warmth of flesh,

July 26, 2019
July 26, 2019

The Rape of the Rohingya

When Rohingya refugees first enter Bangladesh, they are greeted with questions. What happened? Who were they with? Where?

June 21, 2019
June 21, 2019

Do the masses really vote for fascism?

The elections are over, and India has spoken. Or so I hear. Modi will go on to rule for five more years, the country will systematically

May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019

Longing for a home long gone

On a dusky summer night in Sylhet, Mahfuz emerged from the darkness and stepped on a frog.

May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019

The price of faith in China

This Ramadan, spare a thought for Muslims who find themselves on the edge of the night. Take a moment to think of Uyghurs who

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