Md Shahnawaz Khan Chandan

Md Shahnawaz Khan Chandan is an Assistant Professor at Institute of Education and Research, Jagannath University. The writer can be reached at s.nawazk28@yahoo.com.

A chronicle of the July uprising

When students took to the streets on July 1, 2024, demanding reforms of the quota system, they did not imagine that this movement was about to rewrite the history of Bangladesh.

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DMCH, volunteers step up to save lives

Md Ismail was waiting for passengers in his battery-powered auto-rickshaw in Jatrabari’s Kajla area on July 18.

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A relatively calm Dhaka

After days of endless violence, parts of Dhaka were relatively calm yesterday, the second day of the ongoing curfew.

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A desolate Dhaka

All major roads and streets in Dhaka wore a deserted look amid curfew yesterday.

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Moshar Machine promising a solution to mosquito menace

When the entire country is grappling with mosquito menace, a Bangladeshi entrepreneur and his team have come up with an ingenious solution that promises to be an effective tool in mosquito control.

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Beating the heat with ‘cool’ initiatives

April 22 was one of the hottest days Dhaka has ever experienced in the last 65 years. While many city dwellers preferred to stay in the comfort of their homes, some students of the department of philosophy at Jagannath University had other plans.

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Irresistable Antarctica

Mohua Rouf is one of the few Bangladeshis who have ever set foot on the world’s southernmost continent, Antarctica. She spent six days in the icy abode of penguins, seals and whales which is arguably the least-trodden place on earth by humans.

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Dhaka’s vanishing wildlife

Gendaria, a neighbourhood in Old Dhaka, once known for its spacious roads and European style colonial buildings, has lost much of its grandeur.

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July 22, 2016
July 22, 2016

Young Minds, Unheard

Sadaf (not his real name), a 20-year-old university student was trembling with excitement when he first participated at the secret get together of a faith based youth organisation – the Hizb ut-Tahrir. Little did he know – the group was banned in Bangladesh for committing anti-state activities.

July 22, 2016
July 22, 2016

Let's Not Forget Her Cry

An old man of around eighty years of age is often seen crying. Sitting at the balcony of their small apartment, the heartbroken old man is waiting, in vain, for his only granddaughter—who was raped and killed four months ago. “I believe Tonu has not died.

July 1, 2016
July 1, 2016

Niaz Rahim: A Story of Principle before Profit

In the fifties when Bangladesh was one of the poorest and most neglected parts of the world under the exploitative Pakistani

June 24, 2016
June 24, 2016

A Wild Struggle towards Home

Every year during Eid, millions of Bangladeshis rely on some 300 trains of Bangladesh Railway to reach home to spend their

June 17, 2016
June 17, 2016

The White Marvel of Rangpur

In the beginning of the eighteenth century, a rich jewellery merchant from Punjab named Manna Lal Roy arrived in Bengal for a

June 17, 2016
June 17, 2016

the Best Job a Man can have

“Allah has given me three daughters. They are ten, six and two years old respectively. In my village daughters are often seen

June 10, 2016
June 10, 2016

The Brutal Experience

Dhaka's intense traffic congestion is brutal, an experience that, unfortunately, is now a daily event for Dhaka dwellers. According

June 10, 2016
June 10, 2016

Dreaming of a Traffic Free Dhaka

It was 6 o'clock in the afternoon. The open square of Bashundhara shopping mall was crammed with people desperately looking for public transport to return home by iftaar. Taxi and CNG auto rickshaw drivers grabbed the opportunity very well,

June 10, 2016
June 10, 2016

The Story of Plea and Protest

“I cannot bear it anymore. I had to stay in the open street for ten days to take part in the protest. With meagre food, no sleep

June 3, 2016
June 3, 2016

[WATCH] Saluting the Pioneers

The Airport road and Pragati Sarani are two of Dhaka's most important and busiest streets. Every hour, hundreds of vehicles pass