In 1972, while working closely with various National and International Organisations to rehabilitate the raped and tortured women of the Liberation War, Nilima Ibrahim (1921-2002) interviewed some of these heroic women and kept

The man got off from the afternoon train. It was early winter, yet he had a thick tweed coat on. The foxy colour of his coat went well with his bronze complexion. He sloppily wore an old but fancy tie and his faded trousers showed a few fat stitches near his thigh.

Fazr azaan, and dawn, will see Ritu rise to greet “Shadhinota Dibosh” on March 26. It being a Saturday this year, her son Anu (short for

The sky was an ominous leaden colour. Leaden, splattered with white clouds. The wind whistled in gusts. On top of a storm-battled palm tree perched a lone eagle. The murky leaden sky was pitiless. Gusty winds rustled through the leaves of the palm tree.

We commemorate March 26 with unalloyed joy and gratitude. A glorious day that marks the beginning of our independence from

The march of the hunted across a land No longer their own began

Sharif, Jami and Masum tell an unbelievable, inhumane story of barbarity and cruelty. Sharif doesn't speak much usually; he gave a summary of their two-day, two-night imprisonment in his characteristic manner. I had to extract the detailed descriptions from Jami and Masum.

Stay Away from Me

They achieved the highest number of A grades in the O-A levels exams last year. But they are not going to let that

Celebrating Brilliance

Perfecting her swimming strokes in a pond for hours in her village home, did the thought ever cross Mahfuza Khatun

The Sustainable Development Goals call for an integrated approach, taking environmental, social and economic dimensions into account: planet, people and prosperity. This year's theme clearly points towards the importance of considering Gender throughout all

I have been hearing about “Shaheed Dibosh” for a long time, about February 21. But if I had not come here and seen it for myself,

When we look back at the previous century, we do so today with the wisdom that is only ever afforded to hindsight. But even through

AS we celebrate another Amar Ekushey, we remind ourselves of the importance of language in forming and defining our identities. We

BANGLADESH'S vision of a knowledge-based society is shackled in the vicious cycle of falling readership and substandard publishing sector infested countless problems.

EVEN the school children at the primary school level today would tell us that the very first Bangla grammar and dictionary was written

Almost every morning I chat with my mom on Viber or Skype. We are thousands of miles apart, she is in Bangladesh and I am in the

Every year the month of February makes me immensely proud to be a native speaker of Bangla. At the same time I am also happy to be

By my faith! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing anything about it!