How Mingherians responded to the infectious plague in 1901 isn’t altogether different from our response to the Covid-19. They too hid their patients in fear of stigma and isolation.
My younger sister refuses to acknowledge that I am indeed the older one.
“Do you sometimes think that the world is unfair?” This is a question I know I will never get a satisfactory answer to. In fact, I would get no answer at all because I always pose this question to something that never answers, only absorbs – my diary.
Journals are my way of preserving time and retrieving sand-like memories.
Of all the countless obstacles between a woman and sports, one is her clothes.
It is also etched in the corners of multiple pages of the notebook I am writing this draft in. It is on my passport, also on my pajamas. It is the word the world knows me by—my name. Specifically, my last name, Nuri.
It’s not allowed for the students to physically browse bookshelves in the Dhaka University Library.
As much as we rant about how unlivable Dhaka city may be, most of us would blink in disbelief at the thought of having to move out. We are tied to this city — by obligations and attachments alike.
Unlike most of you, I don’t have the luxury of determining my self-worth.
The local stand-up scene has often disappointed, but it can do better.
When I find myself sliding into the endless pit called writer’s block, I turn to prolific writers.
“Absence is the highest form of presence.” This Joycean quote could not be truer for Nisha.
Certain identities can strip people of their right to identify as humans. These people find their existence undesired, their rights, freedom, choices unguarded.
Bumble Bee Business Club, the university club in which members wear suits in the blistering summer and pretend to run an actual organisation, has announced the date for their flagship event RantWitz 2.0.
Black Milk is an autobiographical documentation of Shafak's hesitation, anxiety, perplexity, and self-discovery as she is about to enter the phase of motherhood.