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Dhaka
Diary
Say
a little prayer
During
the last Eid vacations, I, along with some of my cousins visited
the 'Nandan Park'. We wandered around at the park from 1.00
pm to 5.30 pm and actually found some time off to relax from
the daily hectic routine in life. Being a student of Marketing,
I think that clean rest rooms and hang out places act as good
marketing strategies especially in a country like ours, and
have definitely attracted more people to the park. However,
many including my self had to face the problem of finding
no proper area to say my prayers. I had to miss my prayers
three times. Maybe the authorities should think of making
the area more accessible for all kinds of people keeping the
factors of race and religion in mind as well. I believe that
if there had been an area for prayers for the women, more
visitors would definitely drop by. I think all kinds of people
should be able to feel comfortable, have fun at the some time
and come together to build a friendlier environment.
Farhana
Deeba, DU Department of Marketing
Looking
at the bright side
For
some reason, hartals do not scare me anymore. They have almost
lost their significance of proving and fighting for the right
cause. These frequent 36-48 hour hartals initially scared
the citizens, including me. However, they have eventually
become an everyday part of our lives now. I, in fact many
like me, now look forward to these hartals. Cruel and heartless
as it may sound, I like it when I don't have to wake up for
school and miss the make-up of the make-up exam that was postponed
twice for the hartals that have been going on for about a
month now. The teacher will just have to take the make-up
of this one as well!
My
friends in the colony are organising a three-day football
league tournament, if the opposition announces yet another
hartal, this time for at least 72 hours, so that we can all
skip school and college and enjoy the days. I am sure the
country can look at the bright side of all this and hope for
the best regarding its national integrity and unity.
DK
Baridhara,Dhaka
The
Haunting Memory
The
other day at Rifles Square, I went to the washroom to freshen
up. I found the room locked so I knocked on the door. Suddenly,
I thought I could hear someone groaning there. However, upon
finding no one there I thought it was just hallucinating.
After a while the door opened and I found a girl sitting on
the floor of the room leaning on the door. I got inside the
toilet and then heard the sound again. This time I was sure
of the source of that creepy sound. I came out and found the
girl still groaning and lying on the floor. I didn't know
what to do then. It was the first time I was standing so close
to a drug addict. Perhaps it was wrong of me to be rushing
out of there, but I had nothing to do. Still the face of that
girl still haunts my memory.
Shabnam
CSE, DU
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