We must not stop talking about Tonu’s murder
As ritualistic as it may be, we must keep talking about the murder of Sohagi Jahan Tonu, even though there is nothing new to say—or precisely because of that.
The consistent chaos that is Dhaka airport
Airports are the most fascinating places in the world. This forced congregation of total strangers from all corners of the world, rushing off to destinations as exotic as Zanzibar or Casablanca—isn’t it just wonderful?
Our children will be our saviours
Is it really 2022? How did 2021 go so fast? Was it because we had such high expectations and ended up facing one daunting catastrophe after another, that we didn’t realise that the days had turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into a whole year?
‘I’m not a wall that divides. I’m a crack in that wall.’
Feminist icon, educator, and author Kamla Bhasin passed away on September 25, 2021, at the age of 75. The Daily Star pays tribute to her rich legacy by reprinting an interview first published in 2016.
Victim blaming is a crime. Who are its abettors?
It would have gone unnoticed as another suicide of a heart-broken young woman, a forgettable statistic among the thousands of desperate individuals taking their own lives to escape some harsh reality or the other.
Airborne transmissions could be the next new battle
The latest report in The Lancet, one of the most well-known international medical journals, on how Covid-19 spreads, is a real shocker.
Are we looking at a hug-less world?
I have to confess, one of the most frustrating things I have had to face during The Year of Covid-19 is having to restrain myself from hugging people.
The MP’s words are an insult to all women
One would think it to be the rantings of a madman had it not been the words of a parliamentarian—that feminists are to blame for the rape incidents across the country.
Has the Noakhali gang rape shaken us enough?
By now, many people have already watched the video. Others could only stomach the transcript, also shared on social media.
Air travel in the time of corona is surreal
I don’t know why I was expecting that I would not be fazed at embarking on a journey across the Atlantic at a time when just stepping out of my bedroom had the potential to kill me.