Bangabandhu’s Vision of Independence
One of the most striking characteristics evident in The Unfinished Memoirs is how the young Sheikh Mujibur Rahman showed
“It was an existential choice to join the Resistance”
Soon after the crackdown I was supposed to go with a couple of friends to Chittagong, where Bengali soldiers and Rifles
Counting the days to independence
“The struggle this time is for emancipation. The struggle this time is for independence.” These historic words rang through the air
Bangabandhu’s Vision of Independence
One of the most striking characteristics evident in The Unfinished Memoirs is how the young Sheikh Mujibur Rahman showed
A Time Capsule to the Liberation War
In the momentous month of March, I seized the opportunity to visit the Liberation War Museum.
Free Bangladesh celebrates first Independence Day
In a historic address to the nation broadcast and telecast today from his office, Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman declares his commitment towards establishing socialism in Bangladesh and presents...
Fakir Alamgir recalls his journey towards independence
Ekushey Padak awardee and Shadhin Bangla Betar Kendra singer Fakir Alamgir is one of the leading exponents of Gono Sangeet -- the songs of the masses, in the country. He played an important role as...
Counting the days to independence
“The struggle this time is for emancipation. The struggle this time is for independence.” These historic words rang through the air
“It was an existential choice to join the Resistance”
Soon after the crackdown I was supposed to go with a couple of friends to Chittagong, where Bengali soldiers and Rifles
Posters of 1971 A guide to freedom
At every refugee camp in the neighbouring country; at every training camp where valiant youth of the nation, farmers, day labourers, and able men and women learned warfare in the spirit to free...
Memories at War
I often consider war as a quasi-synonym for memory. After all, memory is nothing but our present in constant war with our glorified, vilified, expressed, suppressed, erased, and fragmented selves...