Fatima Jahan Ena is a member of the Editorial team.
The systemic barriers that hinder girls’ pursuit of education have continued to remain deeply ingrained in our society.
Given the lax nature of Bangladesh’s legal enforcement measures, traffickers can easily coerce victims into signing forged documents
The public reception up until now begets the question: did we dismiss the efforts of the students too easily?
Navigating motherhood amidst academics poses immense challenges, demanding resilience and support.
What Blue Eye Samurai excels at is elevating common archetypes and plotlines with high levels of finesse.
The Sustainability Rankings compiled the world’s universities that are leading the way in social and environmental sustainability.
There are some factors to consider when opting for a Master’s degree as opposed to going headfirst into the workforce.
Here are some animated horror movies you can opt for if you’re not in the mood for chainsaws and summoning demons.
Sometimes, these forms of self care don't seem to be working at all. This is where we need to get creative, guys and gals.
The internet is a miraculous invention, but it has its dark sides too. Examples include the questionable contents of the deep web, the vast majority of 4chan, and of course
If you're anything like me, you have been tempted by the dark and mysterious world of the goth subculture at least once in your life. Honestly, what's not to like about it?
Even though creativity seeps into nearly every facet of life, one of the most prominent yet abstract pillars of it would be creating music. Music itself is not a tangible form of art and yet it impacts so many of us deeply.
Everyone has a different image of their own childhood. Some had their days filled with joy and security, whereas others may not have been so fortunate.
Every so often, I'll conduct a purge on my social media platforms, just to clear out people that I never interact with.
That one fateful day began like any other. I was in one of my many stages of being a freeloader by wandering about the house with my eyes glued to my phone, thumb on autopilot scrolling through senseless memes.
Being an ardent fan of the movie Juno, I find myself rewatching it every few months or so with the same untainted love and teary eyes every single time.
I navigate my way through the sweating mass, elbowing pale, faceless figures clad with clanging ornaments. Occasionally, I trip on silky fabrics of a myriad of colours, which triggers a groan from some nasal-voiced aunty or looks of disapproval from moustachioed uncles.
Childhood memories usually stay in the perimeter of family trips, having fun with friends, the first time doing something we're not supposed to do and would most certainly get in trouble for, getting the highest marks on an exam, etc.