An amusing incident unfolded on March 30 at Farhana Rajib’s home in Minneapolis, US. Her mother-in-law Shawkat Ara Begum received a note from her 12-year-old granddaughter Ella Rajib. Handwritten in Bangla, the note read: “Dida darun boka” (Grandma is very silly).
Travelling was my hobby before I emigrated to Canada. During my trips both within and outside Bangladesh, I always tried to taste local and regional food to appreciate the culture of the place I visited.
Mid-twentieth century Pabna: Upon her aunt's insistence, a frightened little girl hesitantly stands in front of the one-eyed box covered in black cloth. The object looks like a square-headed monster on a tripod. Who would have imagined then that the little girl would one day capture the world with this very object? “I never thought that this camera will one day become my life partner,” chuckles Sayeeda Khanam, Bangladesh's first woman photojournalist.
On March 25, The New York Times ran a story about Americans stepping up to face the coronavirus pandemic by sewing masks for their healthcare providers as well as the general public.
Still bearing the trauma of her last dialysis, Marjia Rabbani Shoshi was speaking with a smile until the subject of the Organ Transplantation Act 1999 (amended in 2018) came up.
Women have always been a common subject in visual art, but not so much in the role of an artist. For centuries, their thoughts and expressions remained hidden from public view and crushed under the weight of patriarchy.
“…Then after dark, a tentative ‘Joy Bangla’ in the back streets. Older men came out and persuaded the lads back into their homes; ‘there is still a curfew’. Then a more determined ‘Joy Bangla’. The Mukti Bahini had taken over the streets.
Fahmida, who has been undergoing dialysis for the last two years, now desperately needs a second kidney transplant. Her mother Fatema Zohra had donated her a kidney in 2015, but it got damaged within a year.
An Amnesty International poster with the sketch of a young woman appears on the screen when googled for #myunseensister. The question “Kalpana Khudu?” (Where is Kalpana?) glares beside the pictures.
When Farida Akhter, 65, first took up the responsibility of accompanying her granddaughter between home and school, she had no idea of the things she would gain from this otherwise tiring, five-days-a-week journey between Dhanmondi and Bailey Road.
Although many seminars and discussions are going to be held to mark the 117th birth anniversary of National Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam today, only a handful of research has been done on the poet in the last few decades.
The colourful and picturesque pages of the National Geographic magazines were what enchanted little “Nuri” and
The excerpt (translated) above is not from 2016. It is from an article written by Hamida Banu, which was published in
Her dark-circled, deep-set eyes gave her a hollow look. The eyes were full of fear and mistrust. The girl gave sideways glances as she hesitantly walked into the office of the One-stop-Crisis Centre (OCC) at Dhaka Medical College Hospital last month. She looked afraid, and when she noticed a man sitting in the room, she immediately cringed.
Shepu Rani Das, 20, was busy braiding wax hair on a statue of black molten wax, while her sister Shilpi Rani Das, 18, looked on and recounted their rescue from under the debris of Rana Plaza.
All she felt was a sudden jerk and then her limbs went numb. Twenty-year-old Sumaiya Sweetie was paralysed for life from the neck down.
Considering the importance of role models in the lives of young people, the Royal Danish Embassy in Bangladesh yesterday celebrated the UN International Women's Day (IWD) in a different way.
The Bangladesh High Commission in New Delhi has recently taken steps to bring back 20 Bangladeshis, who have been languishing in different prisons and shelter homes of Indian southern state of Kerala.
It was not her inefficiency why Sumi (not her real name) had to quit her job. Rather, it was the operation hours of an elevator that made it impossible for her to reach her workplace every morning on the 4th floor of a building.
Chhaya (shadow), the Bangladeshi woman whose poetry collections titled Ahoto Ami (Injured Me) was published in Malayalam language
Col MM Kapoor had to wait 44 years to come to the country that he had fought to liberate in December 1971.
The recent attacks on two young publishers have further shrunk the space for the country's creative book publishing industry, which is already struggling to survive against the advent of digital technology. Publishers and writers say that despite the vacuum created by the death of popular writer Humayun Ahmed, who had attracted a huge pool of young readers since the late 1980s, the publishing scene has been vibrant with young publishers setting a new trend to bring out books on science, philosophy and humanism.
Entering HR Textile Mills Limited in Savar, one would be surprised to see babies playing and mumbling in a 3,500-square-feet area designated for childcare.
A garment employee, Aklima Akhter shoulders the responsibility for her family from whom she was taken away by
The picture of a smiling child in a green sleeveless shirt caught attention of many after it was published in a national Bangla daily last month.
Sunil Koirala of Nepal's Dhading district was lured to a job in Malaysia with a monthly income of Nepalese rupees (NPR) 20,000 per
Ruthless violence against children seems to have become a recurrent concern in today's Bangladesh. While the extent of the cruelty
It was around noon. The 2nd and 3rd floors of the old home and hospital were quieter than its ground and 1st floors.
Like many other offices, Eid holidays left an impact on three public hospitals in the capital, but the scene of the burn institute at Dhaka Medical College Hospital was a little different.
For Limon the glitzy shopping malls in the capital, jam-packed with Eid shoppers, did not mean much when he came to Dhaka recently on a short trip from Savar.
Indigenous children growing up in remote villages of hilly Bandarban often find it difficult to adjust and adapt to formal education when they go to primary
Even after having freedom fighters' blood on their hands, Ali Ahsan Mohammad Mojaheed and his cohorts once ran free on this land.
Families of the martyred intellectuals heaved a sigh of relief at the Supreme Court's decision to uphold the International War Crimes Tribunal's death sentence handed to convicted war criminal Ali Ahsan Mohammad Mojaheed. Asserting their faith in the country's legal justice system, they said the apex court had brought them one step closer to getting justice.
Rebecca had lost her father while an infant and witnessed how her mother had struggled to give her a beautiful childhood despite her step-father's misgivings about bringing her up.
The traditional Sangrai festival of indigenous people in Bandarban formally came to an end yesterday through Jalkeli (water splashing).
An amusing incident unfolded on March 30 at Farhana Rajib’s home in Minneapolis, US. Her mother-in-law Shawkat Ara Begum received a note from her 12-year-old granddaughter Ella Rajib. Handwritten in Bangla, the note read: “Dida darun boka” (Grandma is very silly).
Travelling was my hobby before I emigrated to Canada. During my trips both within and outside Bangladesh, I always tried to taste local and regional food to appreciate the culture of the place I visited.
Mid-twentieth century Pabna: Upon her aunt's insistence, a frightened little girl hesitantly stands in front of the one-eyed box covered in black cloth. The object looks like a square-headed monster on a tripod. Who would have imagined then that the little girl would one day capture the world with this very object? “I never thought that this camera will one day become my life partner,” chuckles Sayeeda Khanam, Bangladesh's first woman photojournalist.
On March 25, The New York Times ran a story about Americans stepping up to face the coronavirus pandemic by sewing masks for their healthcare providers as well as the general public.
Still bearing the trauma of her last dialysis, Marjia Rabbani Shoshi was speaking with a smile until the subject of the Organ Transplantation Act 1999 (amended in 2018) came up.
Women have always been a common subject in visual art, but not so much in the role of an artist. For centuries, their thoughts and expressions remained hidden from public view and crushed under the weight of patriarchy.
“…Then after dark, a tentative ‘Joy Bangla’ in the back streets. Older men came out and persuaded the lads back into their homes; ‘there is still a curfew’. Then a more determined ‘Joy Bangla’. The Mukti Bahini had taken over the streets.
Fahmida, who has been undergoing dialysis for the last two years, now desperately needs a second kidney transplant. Her mother Fatema Zohra had donated her a kidney in 2015, but it got damaged within a year.
An Amnesty International poster with the sketch of a young woman appears on the screen when googled for #myunseensister. The question “Kalpana Khudu?” (Where is Kalpana?) glares beside the pictures.
When Farida Akhter, 65, first took up the responsibility of accompanying her granddaughter between home and school, she had no idea of the things she would gain from this otherwise tiring, five-days-a-week journey between Dhanmondi and Bailey Road.