“Mr Speaker Sir, what did Bangalee intend to achieve? What rights did Bangalee want to possess? We do not need to discuss and decide on them now [after independence]. [We] tried to press our demands after the so called 1947 independence. Each of our days and years with Pakistan was an episode of bloodied history; a record of struggle for our rights,” said Tajuddin Ahmad on October 30, 1972 in the Constituent Assembly. He commented on the proposed draft constitution for Bangladesh, which was adopted on November 4, 1972.
Melissa Lozada-Oliva takes us on a bumpy apocalyptic horror ride in her debut novel Candelaria. Spanning across three generations of women, the novel ushers together an unsettled past and an even more bizarre present.
Pre-occupation Palestine had, to use Anglo-American poet WH Auden's words, "marble well-governed cities" full of "vines and olive trees." But Israel and its allies have turned it into "an artificial wilderness"
Review of ‘Apni Ki Alien Dekhte Chan?’ (Afsar Brothers, 2024) by Wasif Noor
Over the past couple of decades, Bangladesh has witnessed three significant social and political movements that have shaped the course of its history.
“All literature is regional; or conversely, no literature is regional”—is a common sentiment to have today, but I had first read those lines from Joyce Carol Oates, in her preface to a book of stories by one of Canada’s most gifted storytellers, Alistair MacLeod. In MacLeod’s short stories, his Cape Breton Island was a refrain through which the momentous lives of his ordinary characters came through.
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Gulshan Society held a two-day language festival at the Gulshan Lake Park, curated by Sadaf Saaz and Jatrik. The event took place over the weekend of 21-22 February that saw discussion panels, original musical performances, and poetry recitations, surrounded by an array of book stalls and food courts.
The team that put together the Mujib Graphic Novel had two editors who constantly chipped in with suggestions--Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina and her sister Sheikh Rehana.
Renowned actress Mithila had launched the series, “Ayra ar Maa er Obhijan”, highlighting the travels, adventures and friendship that she shares with her daughter, Ayra.
Ekushey Padak-winning poet Quazi Rosy, who played a significant role as a prosecution witness in the war crimes case against executed Jamaat leader Abdul Quader Mollah, died at a city hospital yesterday.
Noted poet and former lawmaker Quazi Rosy passed away at a hospital in Dhaka early today.
Besides being a place to buy and sell books, the Boi Mela is also where readers get to meet and greet their favourite writers. While the more popular authors attract bigger crowds to their publishers’ stalls and pavilions with an appearance, for more obscure authors, this is the chance for them to get acquainted with their readers.
Eminent author and educationist Dr Zafar Iqbal described the graphic novel “Mujib” as an extraordinary document, that will remain in history as a reference point for kids and young adults who want to know about The Father of the Nation, Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman.
Popular publication house, Gyankosh Prokashoni, hosted an Author Talk at its stall premises yesterday, on February 18. In an attempt to connect authors with their readers, Gyankosh took on this initiative and mentioned that such enterprise would help in bringing people closer to reading and promote bookish conversations.
A day unforeseen as such! None mourns the dead Nor do they fear death; Intrepid, what illumination Brightens their weary frames, and faces; steps Evince staunchness clad determination, ignite thus The tenacious resolve!
He did not look at me once. His eyes were engrossed in deep thought; to me he seemed to be dipping in the deep waters of memory. Bent with age, he sat at his desk.
The man set out for town at the wake of dawn. It was the month of Phalgun. A nip of chill was still in the air. Wrapping himself in a tattered shawl, he started walking. He had a long way to go, a small river to cross. And then, the town would come into view.
