I got to know Jowshan Ara better when I visited her home to interview her husband, Mahbub ul Alam Chowdhury, the poet who wrote the first poem on Ekushey.
While leaving the institute, a nurse gave me a packet of cigarettes as a token of friendship
Creating a video game, especially one that is storyline-based or an open-world role-playing game, is like creating an entirely new universe
You are wide awake again
Shahaduz Zaman stands out prominently as a significant figure in the contemporary Bangla literary landscape, utilising intertextuality throughout his works, and infusing various texts and genres into his narratives.
Schools must revamp literature education to foster creativity.
(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)
The winners were announced on 4 April, 2024, with the ceremony being hosted by Sheikh Sultan bin Tahnoon Al Nahyan, chairman of the SZBA Board of Trustees
Majoring in Bangla promises a journey through a kaleidoscope of academic marvels.
A question that comes to mind is why does a book even need a playlist? There are two solid answers.
Reading Rahad Abir’s Bengal Hound, despite the novel being written in English, felt a lot like reading in Bangla. While no two languages can ever truly be compared, there is much to be said about seeing Bangla and Bangladesh through an English language lens.
A visit to any bookshop today will attest to the reading public’s fascination with crime (and criminals).
He told the Norwegian public broadcaster NRK that he was “surprised but also not” to have won.
This week, then, we're thinking: music and books, music and literature. In print and online, we're dreaming in tunes, dancing with words, daring to merge the two.
My mother’s house is beside a lake that separates the rich and mighty of the city from a little isle of people who work for them.
I cannot, for the life of me, definitively describe what makes music. Growing up in a family where music of any form was not typically paid any reverence, my exposure to it was tunnelled into mainstream pop songs for the longest time.
As someone who is interested in Muslim novels—by which I mean novels written by Muslims about Muslims—I always feel a scholarly tug towards Hanif Kureishi’s The Black Album (Scribner, 1995) when speaking of the at times uneasy but mostly comfortable marriage between music and literature.
Death dwells between is and was, Riding the final particle of a fading breath.
It is odd that nowadays One seldom hears the words
