Birangana
1971
In west Texas, oil froths luxurious from hard ground while across Bangladesh, bayoneted women stain pond water blossom.
“Baba, will I come with you now?”
Rediscovering ‘Ami Birangona Bolchi’ by Neelima Ibrahim.
Birangana waits for recognition
Biva Rani, 60, lives in her brother's tin-shed house in Upendranath Mandal near Torki Bandar of Barisal's Gournadi upazila. She works odd jobs, as a tailor, a weaver, a midwife sometimes, in order to look after herself and her disabled son Sagor.
1971
In west Texas, oil froths luxurious from hard ground while across Bangladesh, bayoneted women stain pond water blossom.
“Baba, will I come with you now?”
Rediscovering ‘Ami Birangona Bolchi’ by Neelima Ibrahim.
Birangana waits for recognition
Biva Rani, 60, lives in her brother's tin-shed house in Upendranath Mandal near Torki Bandar of Barisal's Gournadi upazila. She works odd jobs, as a tailor, a weaver, a midwife sometimes, in order to look after herself and her disabled son Sagor.