Noora Shamsi Bahar

Noora Shamsi Bahar is a senior lecturer at the Department of English and Modern Languages, North South University, and a published researcher and translator.

March 21, 2022
March 21, 2022

Nothing is more alarming than when women do patriarchy’s work for it

A few days ago, a video that went viral showed a young college-going girl beating her harasser on a bus, ripping his shirt in the process, and making him beg for forgiveness.

February 19, 2022
February 19, 2022

Our selfish obsession with becoming parents

A nosy parker asks, “Why aren’t you having kids yet? You’ve been married for two years already! Why the delay?

January 31, 2022
January 31, 2022

The not-so-innocent side of mass-produced toys

We don’t normally think of toys from a critical perspective because, well, they’re just toys. But if one were to reflect on it, one might become easily disenchanted by these children’s playthings.

January 22, 2022
January 22, 2022

Mojaffor Hossain’s All the Sadeqs are getting killed

The most naïve boy of Dhabaldhola village had been murdered. The decapitated body lay on the demarcation line between the Bangari field and the Taro crop-field.

January 4, 2022
January 4, 2022

Five reasons why ‘safety zone’ for women is a bad idea

According to media reports, a 600-feet-long “safety zone” was recently allocated for women and children visiting Cox’s Bazar.

January 11, 2021
January 11, 2021

Schools must teach more than academic syllabus

The recent rape and consequent death of a school-going, 17-year-old girl fills one with rage and helplessness.

December 14, 2019
December 14, 2019

A Translation of Syed Manzoorul Islam’s “Seventy-One”

The title of the story could have been “Tiger,” just “Tiger,” as, for a few days in 1971, a tiger had been the cause of a massive terror to us.

October 12, 2019
October 12, 2019

A translation of Syed Manzoorul Islam’s short story, “Kathpoka”: Woodworms (Part II)

“I’m doing what I feel like doing. What’s that to you?” Aslam retorted. He opened the door and said, “Like mother, like daughter. Get lost.”

October 5, 2019
October 5, 2019

Woodworms (Part 1)

It’s been three nights that Aslam hasn’t been able to sleep. He has been trying so hard to fall asleep on the divan for three nights – the divan that he fancifully got carpentered and laid out in the study room of his gigantic apartment in Bashundhara, for the specific purpose of lying down to read and eventually doze off.

September 14, 2019
September 14, 2019

The Deer

We lived in Pirojpur then. Barisal is the land of rivers and nullahs, and Pirojpur is no exception. Unless you have been to this Southern region of the country, you cannot claim to have really seen the country. We were not used to seeing such multitudes of rivers and