Motherhood, martyrdom and the spirit of female resistance in 1971
Ekattorer Dinguli forces one to acknowledge the dire reality of ethnic and religious violence, and the harsh legacy of colonial oppression and divide that has ruptured the fabric of the South Asian subcontinent since 1947.
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Dhaka: A distant dream
I slip right back into the chaos I was raised alongside, and it feels like a reunion with a childhood friend.
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The devastating shades of intimacy after assault
On my worst days, any type of physical intimacy ends in hellish claustrophobia; I’m buried under layers of shame, wrapped in an endless cycle of revulsion at my body, and I can’t escape.
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(Not My) Home: Musings of a Reluctant Immigrant
Despite all her flaws, Dhaka is still the home that loves with reckless abandon
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Maa, all the things I’ve been silent about
Maa, all the things I’ve been silent about are all the things that could’ve saved me.
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Intimate acts of violence
“Don’t let strangers touch you.” And yet it is seldom strangers, I learned long before I was a teenager, who do you harm.
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May 15, 2023
Motherhood, martyrdom and the spirit of female resistance in 1971
Ekattorer Dinguli forces one to acknowledge the dire reality of ethnic and religious violence, and the harsh legacy of colonial oppression and divide that has ruptured the fabric of the South Asian subcontinent since 1947.
February 12, 2023
Dhaka: A distant dream
I slip right back into the chaos I was raised alongside, and it feels like a reunion with a childhood friend.
September 1, 2022
The devastating shades of intimacy after assault
On my worst days, any type of physical intimacy ends in hellish claustrophobia; I’m buried under layers of shame, wrapped in an endless cycle of revulsion at my body, and I can’t escape.
July 26, 2022
(Not My) Home: Musings of a Reluctant Immigrant
Despite all her flaws, Dhaka is still the home that loves with reckless abandon
May 11, 2022
Maa, all the things I’ve been silent about
Maa, all the things I’ve been silent about are all the things that could’ve saved me.
April 26, 2019
Intimate acts of violence
“Don’t let strangers touch you.” And yet it is seldom strangers, I learned long before I was a teenager, who do you harm.
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