While Dhaka residents continue their ongoing protest against the poor-quality water that is piped into our homes by WASA, at least it

“Is there a river called Jinjirum that’s a trans-boundary river? Are you sure about its name? Is it the name of the locality or the river? I haven’t even heard about it,” says a high-ranking official of the northern zone of Bangladesh Water Development Board (BWDB), when we asked him about different issues faced by this river and the communities dependent on it.

“Don’t you know that a midnight hour comes when everyone has to take off his mask? Do you think life always lets itself be trifled with? Do you think you can sneak off a little before midnight to escape this?”

“Intimate acts of violence” was a good piece of writing on the writer’s horrific childhood experience of sexual harassment. Such

This magazine includes meaningful and at times, groundbreaking, articles by regular writers as well as refreshingly new ones. One such

Last month, Star Weekend, The Daily Star conducted an online survey to explore incidents of sexual harassment in the workplace.

Rudolph Shitler and Joseph Phony yesterday shocked the world by joining hands in what has been dubbed by the media an “unholy

“Unlearning is a long process”. It’s doubtful to me that if we were to assemble an ensemble of artists, curators, gallerists, collectors

As far as grand finales go, Avengers: Endgame—the curtain call on this batch of the Marvel cinematic saga—gets a lot of things right.

If I say fantasy, what do you imagine? Castles, knights, dragons, and different fantasy ‘races’ (by which one means dwarves, elves and

Everything is going as is at the traffic signal beside Dhanmondi road number 32, when all of a sudden, the jhalmuriwalah hoists up his

Mizanur Rahman, long-time resident of Dhaka’s Jurain neighbourhood, hit the headlines last month with his bold and innovative

As India’s marathon elections enter their penultimate phase, the nation may be getting weary of the apparently never-ending

The female footballers were able to triumph over people’s, including many of their parents’, disapproval. The girls are shattering the

When the famine reached a tipping point, broken bits of grains (khud) were allocated for the workers from the railway ration shop. It was a farce: railway workers, now in a new country, found themselves relegated to chickens.

The ready-made garment industry has been the dominant plank of Bangladesh’s development strategy for the last several decades.

In November 1968, the struggle against the dictatorial regime of Mohammad Ayub Khan began in the towns and cities of West Pakistan.

The Tazreen factory fire in 2012 and the Rana Plaza building collapse in 2013 have, amidst all the needless destruction and devastations of lives, at least brought Bangladesh’s apparel industry under some kind of scrutiny.

I was born in Nabinagar thana, Brahmanbaria district (the then Comilla district). My ancestors were not involved in any kind of job or business. At one point, our insolvency reached a point where it was no longer possible for me to continue my education, so I moved to Dhaka to earn a living.

There are few things more difficult in life than a full awareness of the conditions of one’s possibility. To come to terms with how little of my world is my own creation, and just how much of it is the accumulated labour of dead generations and living masses far removed from my consciousness, is to grapple with a sense of smallness and insignificance.