Journalism is a calling grounded in courage, curiosity, and public duty.
Experience serene monsoon travel in Sunamganj and Sylhet with a peaceful Tanguar Haor boat stay, breathtaking Niladri Lake, and the mystical Ratargul swamp forest. Reconnect with nature and escape urban chaos in Bangladesh.
What we are witnessing is not a series of disconnected incidents but a systemic erosion of democratic norms.
The surge in digital violence against women in Bangladesh must be addressed.
The stressors regularly spewed out by the digital ecosystem can take a serious toll on one’s health and wellbeing.
“Safety first. Because let’s face it. If you get injured while covering a protest, your colleagues will come to see you in the hospital, send good wishes to your family, talk about the incident for some days…
“What is your religion?”—this peculiar question (yes, it feels peculiar when asked within seconds after being introduced to someone) followed me all through my life as my two names are Bangla words, while my surname is a common one used by people of different religions.
With institutional education up to grade eight, 48-year-old motor mechanic Mizanur Rahman is now quite the story of his town Sharsha in Jashore.
Journalism is a calling grounded in courage, curiosity, and public duty.
Experience serene monsoon travel in Sunamganj and Sylhet with a peaceful Tanguar Haor boat stay, breathtaking Niladri Lake, and the mystical Ratargul swamp forest. Reconnect with nature and escape urban chaos in Bangladesh.
What we are witnessing is not a series of disconnected incidents but a systemic erosion of democratic norms.
The surge in digital violence against women in Bangladesh must be addressed.
The stressors regularly spewed out by the digital ecosystem can take a serious toll on one’s health and wellbeing.
“Safety first. Because let’s face it. If you get injured while covering a protest, your colleagues will come to see you in the hospital, send good wishes to your family, talk about the incident for some days…
“What is your religion?”—this peculiar question (yes, it feels peculiar when asked within seconds after being introduced to someone) followed me all through my life as my two names are Bangla words, while my surname is a common one used by people of different religions.
With institutional education up to grade eight, 48-year-old motor mechanic Mizanur Rahman is now quite the story of his town Sharsha in Jashore.
The 17-year-old girl had overdosed herself with multiple drugs. She was first taken to Shaheed Tajuddin Ahmad Medical College in
Kazi Fatima Sharmin (not her real name) has to wake up at 7:00am every day to make breakfast for her husband.
