“They say when you take a picture, you end up saving that moment forever. They are wrong.

Yet another attempt to send Rohingyas back to Myanmar ended up in an embarrassing debacle last week: Not a single Rohingya

When Nana was 24, he saw Muslims slaughtered in prayer. As men prostrated before God, the cold of steel met the warmth of flesh,

On August 24, 2017, the High Court directed the Bangladesh government not to approve any industry activity within 10 kilometres of the Sundarbans area.

Organiser: National Crafts Council of Bangladesh and Bengal Foundation

Beginning its journey after 1947, Bangladeshi literature created a different wave in Bangla literature—Rizia Rahman was one of the

I have been recovering from a very long and arduous block in my reading life, a block that could not be broken by the fattest or

During the Eid holidays, I went to Meghalaya through the Tamabil-Dawki border with seven friends. On our way to Sylhet from Dhaka,

This week, the tragic news that massive wildfires are raging in the Amazon has shocked the world. As photos of burning trees, fleeing

The Amazon is burning and this is what led to it

The ongoing protests in Hong Kong are not just about an extradition bill, civil liberties, or even a constitutional right to democracy—

When the concrete casting of the ceiling at Gausia market broke off and fell on my head last week, I was determined to hold someone

Sitting on a bench on the premises of Bangabandhu Bidyaniketon, 50-year-old Majeda Begum was crying. She wasn’t the only one.

A tiny red gate jostles for space among shops, apartments, and the flurry of traffic in Block F of Lalmatia in Dhaka. Like the name

“A human being is a part of the whole, called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.

Travelling and collecting personal testimonies from Kashmiri civilians, a team of economists and activists offer a glimpse into the silenced streets of Srinagar and neighbouring villages. The report was made public on August 13, 2019.

When I think of Toni Morrison’s oeuvre, the word ‘geod’ comes to mind. A composite whole—each novel, each essay tightly knitted, contained by the solidity and confidence of its author’s direction of ideas. You think you know what to expect, given the ubiquity of its

After I finished Things that can and cannot be said, I stood in awe of how much power I held in my hands. In this slim volume were the musings, passing insights, and finally, the long-awaited encounter—albeit censored—of some of the strongest voices against modern-day empire.

On a short trip to Copenhagen, my wife and I, having just visited the Little Mermaid and the Hans Christian Andersen museum, are wandering where to go next. Just then, by a sheer stroke of luck, someone at the tourist information centre casually mentions The

“Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,” wrote Rudyard Kipling, a man with a silly name who only had a career because West met East and immediately mugged it, running off with wallet, shoes and pants. Through Kipling’s pen, the British