Canada’s Tristan Style has now withdrawn the anti-Bangladesh ad and posted an apology on their public Facebook page. Below is the apology they posted and the comments on the public Facebook page. Please add your comments as well.
The Great Eternal Silence
By Aquinas T. Duffy
Missing in the darkness,
vanished without a trace,
with only the memories and photographs,
to fill an empty place.
They are not human after all! (ওরা তো মানুষ না!!!)
by Jonaid Naim
Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai: A solution to worker’s problem
Guest Post by Dhrubo Bornon (email@example.com)
It happened again. Due to the negligence of factory owners, more than 100 people died. And we are asking, how many times more! Didn’t we say last time that it will happen again and again until government protects the workers? Yes, that is how we think, probably everyone, who are neither the ruthless owners nor their government patrons. We think that the solution is simple.
Doctors Cafe: I saw a Medical student shouting for a trolley while carrying a wounded woman in his lap. We are not butchers, listen o countrymen. Today the way the Enam Medical College students were working tirelessly to save people is beyond comparison. Salute to you all! You proved today that Doctors are not butchers or dacoits.
Guest Post by Dipen Bhattacharya
There is nothing new here, move on. Just another temple.
Outrage? No, no, that’s not reserved for you!
Guest Post by Manosh Chowdhury
“Astonished” is only suitable from the mouths of children. The city middle class calls Hefazat’s giant rally as “never before” or “first shock”– but this is a document of an amnesiac self-centered psyche. From this type of reaction, you cannot begin to understand the history of the practices of the pious in independent Bangladesh, nor the social reaction to the same. I do not have any desire to trivialize Hefazat as a platform or gathering. And I consider such impossible attempts by others as idiocy. Rather, it is the the middle class politics-desirous class’s habit of being “astonished” morning-noon-and-night that I find unbearable.