Li’l Del is walking all alone Li’l Del wants to find her way home.
“Ek dofa, ek dabi”, “Bloody July in Bangladesh”, and “Shob Shabhabik”— each poster boldly bearing these statements against the fascist regime, painted exclusively in red, yellow, and black — were the striking artworks by Debashish Chakrabarty during the height of the July Uprising.
Resistance takes many shapes and forms, from taking up arms, to facing police batons, to picking up a pen
With their thought-provoking and experimental production “Praay Tin/Chaar Jon”, Prochondo Collective offers a stark portrayal of the harsh realities faced by ordinary people under authoritarian regimes. The play examines how lives are lived and disrupted by the constant threat of extrajudicial killings, arbitrary detentions, state-enforced brutality, and the overall subjugation of the human spirit, which is surveilled and extinguished at will.
Internationally renowned figures, including Iranian filmmaker Majid Majidi, Ministry of Civil Aviation and Tourism Secretary Mokammel Hossain, Bangladesh National Museum Director General Md Kamruzzaman, DIFF Chairperson Kishwar Kamal, and Sharmila Tagore, graced the occasion as special guests.
Translated as "We will return" or simply "Returning", this eight-minute track was composed and performed as an act of solidarity. It serves as an anthem that transcends borders, paying tribute to the strength and resilience of the Palestinian people and their history while resoundingly calling for justice.
With a goal to address gender sensitivity in today’s society, the youth organisation, ProjectDebi, held their first ever exhibition at EMK Center, Dhanmondi. Titled Revolutio- Nari, the central aim of the exhibition was to raise awareness about misogyny, menstrual
As the raindrops drenched the streets yesterday, poets and artists gathered at Dwip Gallery, Lalmatia to discuss art and poetry.
The American humour magazine, MAD, founded in 1952, will effectively be pulled from newsstands after the release of its 9th issue in August 2019.
“Greetings, fellow children of God,” the Holy man greeted. “We’ve assembled on this prosperous day. When we get rid of this sinful
It was a common story. A campus that was under the tyrannical rule of a leading political party. Students kneeling down to conformity. A few rebellious ones that refused to obey.
On a second thought, the door didn't start the whole mess. Rather it can be labeled as a witness, a milestone perhaps. At least that's what Aru thought as she dipped the paint brush in a bucket full of thick, dark paint.
