Ahmede Hussain
CLEAR AS MUD
Editor of The New Anthem (Tranqubar; Delhi; 2009). ahmedehussain@gmail.com
CLEAR AS MUD
Editor of The New Anthem (Tranqubar; Delhi; 2009). ahmedehussain@gmail.com
Immediately after his country broke free from the shackles of Pakistani rule, a young man in Dhaka landed in a crisis that no one his age would have wanted to find themselves in.
Immediately after his country broke free in a bloody and ruthless war to snatch away freedom from Pakistan, a young man in Dhaka landed on a crisis no one of his age would have wanted to find himself in. W Rahman Jute Mills, the first of its kind to be owned by a Bengali in erstwhile Pakistan, and, more importantly, one of the two sources of bread and butter that his family had in the turbulent days of 1972, was nationalised along with other privately-owned industries.
Our ever deteriorating performance in the international meets is not shocking. In fact, it is a natural by-product of the neglect and indifference that has reigned supreme in the sector for a long time.
Stabbed by her alleged stalker at the entrance to her school, Suraiya Akter Risha, a student of Willes Little Flower School, Dhaka, succumbed to her injuries last Sunday.
There is no denying that Bangladesh's standing in the world as a nation is at stake, also in question is its economic growth, especially the much sought after foreign investments.
The white woman and her husband fell into silence again. About a while ago the train was heading east, and now,
The call of 100,000 alems, to denounce terrorism, is important on many counts, and its significance is manifold. It is interesting to
Media trial is a nasty business, and women are its worst victim. Thus, a woman caught with the cough syrup Phensedyl can be reported as 'Phensi Queen' or a girl in possession of methamphetamine tablets will be called 'Yaba Princess'.
UNOFFICIAL though it is, the opposition Bangladesh Nationalist Party's (BNP) decision to participate in the Dhaka and Chittagong City Corporations elections is a trifle surprising.
As I sit at the computer in a bright room washed with sunlight to write this piece, I feel a dark cloak over my heart, as though in some
BANGLADESH cricket team's victory against the much-fancied English side in the ICC Cricket World Cup has given the nation an opportunity to unite behind the national team. It is indeed a rare occasion, the kind that is capable of uniting the country behind a single event.
About 12 years ago, I, a naïve 24-year-old, joined the Star as Staff Writer, and now, it is time to bid it a tearful goodbye.