At the height of the July uprising, many hospitals turned their backs -- some out of fear, others silenced or forced into complicity. State forces roamed halls of healing, seizing CCTV footage, erasing patient records, and threatening doctors not to treat the wounded.
Let's not let this dog's death be just another forgotten statistic, let it be a beginning.
The cats don't always understand the human specifics, but they recognise sadness. They notice routines. And most of all, they stay
Politicians descended upon the hospitals in droves. And no, they did not come alone. They brought their entourages and photographers, hungry for headlines and votes.
The protests were loud, defiant, and spreading fast. But behind them was a quieter resistance
If your idea of resisting state failure is to equate “femininity” with cowardice, you are not challenging injustice. You are reinforcing it.
A gang rape accused has no fear of consequences because of his political affiliation.
'Biggest threat to animal welfare in Bangladesh are overenthusiastic activists'
The fight we have been fighting, us women, has been a long and tedious one.
Munmun Ahmed is a name familiar to the whole country. Her intricate footwork and enchanting twirls of Kathak can have the whole nation mesmerised.
Child labour is not only horrifyingly prevalent in our society, it is growing, and that is something we should be very, very afraid of.
Kenya is an unquestionably beautiful African country. There is a reason as to why Kenya is the unofficial 'African Safari Central'.
He started off small. But those who do big things in their lives usually do. That's the great thing about 'star' people- they start
Taking a gargantuan amount of responsibilities, keeping a respectable stature, being calm, kind and collected, but have strong
It is merely a dream for many of us, to be able to wear our national emblem proudly on our chests in a foreign land, to sing our national anthem wearing our hearts on our sleeves, and represent our nation with our talents and skills.
When the news of Leela Samson coming to perform in Dhaka, Bangladesh, hit the newspaper stands, in the middle of April, every passionate dancer in the country had butterflies in their stomachs. It was after all, THE Leela Samson. I, just like those other dancers, was on my toes to come face to face with this living legend of a Bharatanatyam dancer.
A first glance at Fahad Al Alam will remind one of a line from The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, because like Estha,
The 2016 Commonwealth Short Story Prize attracted nearly 4000 entries from 47 countries. Twenty-six “fresh and
