The banality of evil and the Messiah of a new dawn
For three days we were a state without a government.
2m ago
The cheapening of life and the struggle for the state
Either we finally build a people’s republic or we condemn ourselves to repeat this “legacy of blood”.
2m ago
The shifting political field and the price of permanent war
Is it not easier to defeat your enemies in parliament than to be permanently on the warpath against some shapeshifting enemy?
3m ago
Why every woman must ask for more
Every Women’s Day, I suffer from this ambivalent feeling of euphoria and despair.
1y ago
A scooter and a teep: Misogyny, in public and private
It is time to reimagine our city—a city where I can ride my bike without being run over or recorded by a stranger, where Lata can wear whatever she wants, and Meem can ride her scooter home safely without being questioned about her clothes, her movements or her company. We cannot wait for the patriarchy to be fully “smashed” before we can imagine this city and claim it as ours.
2y ago
Shifting the onus: Unshackle gender from violence
I was invited to write for 16 Days of Activism against Gender-Based Violence, and it felt as if the universe was preparing confetti of convoluted emotions to throw at me.
2y ago
Lost home, abandoned nation: Fighting for a Bangladesh for all
I have been feeling unwell since October 13. After the mayhem in Cumilla, I knew it wouldn’t be the last. With a broken heart, my father-in-law and I, along with my son, decided to continue with our tradition of puja visits and mandap-hopping, yet we were all deeply disturbed, witnessing the carnage unravelling with a helpless rage.
3y ago
Creating a ‘safer’ Bangladesh for women
Why is it so difficult to write about something that seems so obvious and urgent? Can it have something to do with that very “obviousness” itself?
3y ago
August 13, 2024
The banality of evil and the Messiah of a new dawn
For three days we were a state without a government.
August 6, 2024
The cheapening of life and the struggle for the state
Either we finally build a people’s republic or we condemn ourselves to repeat this “legacy of blood”.
July 26, 2024
The shifting political field and the price of permanent war
Is it not easier to defeat your enemies in parliament than to be permanently on the warpath against some shapeshifting enemy?
March 7, 2023
Why every woman must ask for more
Every Women’s Day, I suffer from this ambivalent feeling of euphoria and despair.
April 6, 2022
A scooter and a teep: Misogyny, in public and private
It is time to reimagine our city—a city where I can ride my bike without being run over or recorded by a stranger, where Lata can wear whatever she wants, and Meem can ride her scooter home safely without being questioned about her clothes, her movements or her company. We cannot wait for the patriarchy to be fully “smashed” before we can imagine this city and claim it as ours.
November 27, 2021
Shifting the onus: Unshackle gender from violence
I was invited to write for 16 Days of Activism against Gender-Based Violence, and it felt as if the universe was preparing confetti of convoluted emotions to throw at me.
October 22, 2021
Lost home, abandoned nation: Fighting for a Bangladesh for all
I have been feeling unwell since October 13. After the mayhem in Cumilla, I knew it wouldn’t be the last. With a broken heart, my father-in-law and I, along with my son, decided to continue with our tradition of puja visits and mandap-hopping, yet we were all deeply disturbed, witnessing the carnage unravelling with a helpless rage.
February 9, 2021
Creating a ‘safer’ Bangladesh for women
Why is it so difficult to write about something that seems so obvious and urgent? Can it have something to do with that very “obviousness” itself?
January 8, 2021
A camaraderie thicker than blood
Our comrade Ayesha Khanam, president of Bangladesh Mahila Parishad, left us on January 2, 2021. Like everyone else, I had been convinced that she would defeat cancer and come back strong.
November 1, 2020
The burning man, and our national addiction to violence
Barely a month had passed since one of us wrote about rape, scopophilia and collective rage, and barely a day since we began an intergenerational dialogue on gender, rage and violence, full of hope at the emergence of passionate and resourceful young allies, when the world dutifully punched back.
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