Tabassum Zaman

April 6, 2018
April 6, 2018

A life on perpetual tenterhooks

The city is like a text. It always gives us clues in many forms into its inner world. Reading those signs may allow us to see a pattern leading to the city's psycho-social world. Why is this...

March 22, 2018
March 22, 2018

Sensing Dhaka

While Dhaka drowns in myriad urban problems, all resulting from some sort of scarcity in resources, the city's sensorium is marked by a glaring superfluity—be it visual, tactile, auditory or...

March 8, 2018
March 8, 2018

Of men and masculinity in a male city

Last time, I wrote about how Dhaka's public spaces exude a strong maleness and how women walk about the city wearing their gender like the proverbial albatross that just would not unburden...

February 23, 2018
February 23, 2018

What I Talk About When I Talk About Walking in the Streets of Dhaka

There is not much to love about being a woman on the streets of Dhaka. Let's call a spade a spade—Dhaka streets are not pedestrian-friendly, irrespective of one's gender. Missing or...

February 9, 2018
February 9, 2018

Being an Unmotherly Mother

Much like buying a free-size robe that needs no trial, motherhood is expected to fit all women who give birth. When it comes to