I look at a black and white photo of our maternal grandmothers from the 60s, and wonder if they ever imagined their descendants would get together like this in the New World. We are continuing the journey of immigration, something that started thousands of years back for humankind.
All things considered, it's remarkable that Bangladesh -- by no means a US ally or top partner -- is where it is right now: In a relatively stable place with one of the most unconventional and unpredictable US administrations in recent memory.
Why this obsession with minimization? Because to reduce the deaths is to reduce the crime. To reduce the refugees is to erase the moral claim of independence. To dismiss the rapes is to absolve collaborators.
Remembrance for a true friend of Bangladesh who spent over five decades in this country, shaping generations of girls into young women and leaving an indelible impression on them and the nation
This piece was written exactly one year ago today after Abu Sayed was martyred. It was far from certain at that point that Hasina would be defeated and most believed then that she would rule until she died peacefully in her sleep decades hence.
Reflections on how Bangladesh has changed since the 1980s
Ten months on have we forgotten the supreme sacrifice made by our brothers and sisters? We can never forget.
It is merely another performance in a long-running tragedy of control, optics, and missed opportunities for real change
While much of the trafficking narrative involving Rohingya women focuses on destinations like Malaysia, Asma's story is a reminder that trafficking can take many forms and lead to various destinations
