Afia Jahin is a member of the editorial team at The Daily Star.
As the train screeches along the rails, one cannot help but marvel at the experience of being a passenger on the Dhaka metro.
"One after another, actions are taking place to strip the Dhanmondi Lake of its intended character."
How can women travel on public transport without feeling like sub-humans?
It is unfortunate that most people experiencing one failed romantic relationship tend to give up on love altogether. In the process, we also normalise giving less to our current partner.
Why do female sportspeople have to prove themselves “worthy” of the support their male counterparts can take for granted?
I have been deeply, deeply affected by social media sensation Ashraful Hossen Alom’s (mostly known as Hero Alom) rendition of Amaro Porano Jaha Chay (lyrics by Rabindranath Tagore).
How feministic is the female revenge fantasy in films?
What hope is there for a country—soon to become a middle-income one—to be a safe one for its citizens if people are being killed on roads daily, with little intervention from authorities besides what’s on paper?
As the train screeches along the rails, one cannot help but marvel at the experience of being a passenger on the Dhaka metro.
"One after another, actions are taking place to strip the Dhanmondi Lake of its intended character."
How can women travel on public transport without feeling like sub-humans?
It is unfortunate that most people experiencing one failed romantic relationship tend to give up on love altogether. In the process, we also normalise giving less to our current partner.
Why do female sportspeople have to prove themselves “worthy” of the support their male counterparts can take for granted?
I have been deeply, deeply affected by social media sensation Ashraful Hossen Alom’s (mostly known as Hero Alom) rendition of Amaro Porano Jaha Chay (lyrics by Rabindranath Tagore).
How feministic is the female revenge fantasy in films?
What hope is there for a country—soon to become a middle-income one—to be a safe one for its citizens if people are being killed on roads daily, with little intervention from authorities besides what’s on paper?
Why is a man seen as the default protector to a woman? Why do we believe that a woman cannot protect herself—let alone decide when she does or does not require protection?
Often as children, my female peers and I would lament over the myriad privileges our male counterparts enjoyed in society, from being allowed to play for hours in the sun (a tan would not diminish their value as human beings) to going out any hour of the day (with their prime fear being that they might be mugged, not that they might be raped and killed).