Politics is hard work — are we willing?
by Jyoti Rahman, adapted from earlier version posted at Mukti
Will future historians think of 2013 as a pivotal year for Bangladesh? If they were to do so, it will not be because of anything that happened in the first half of this eventful year. Continue Reading
Photo Source: Abir Abdullah/EPA, from the Guardian UK.
The Story of Ward 27: Part 4, Why We Vote
by Nayma Qayum for AlalODulal.org
Why We Vote
Bashabo suffers from a dearth of basic resources. But residents not only vote in massive numbers, like much of Bangladesh, they repeatedly elect the same leaders. Their reasons for voting are multiple and complex. Most voted with the expectation that their chosen government would adopt policies that meet the country’s long-term needs. For this urban group, these included higher employment, greater freedoms, lower corruption, elimination of party-shontrash and better law enforcement.
The Story of Ward 27: Part 3, Inaccessible resources and untrustworthy governments
Those living in Bashabo lacked access to most government resources.Continue Reading
Map of Slums in Bashabo
The Story of Ward 27, Part 2: Parties, Politics, and Local Organizations
by Nayma Qayum
Bashabo has always been a center for political activity. In 1971, those who joined Mukti Bahini operated under Nazmul Kabir, commander of neighboring Romna Thana. The Bahini drew some of the area’s longtime residents; others supported the war in all the ways that they could. Continue Reading
Photo Credit: Shahryar Qayum
The Story of Ward 27: Part 1, Setting the Stage
by Nayma Qayum
At first glance, Ward 27 comes across as the perfect sample of Dhaka city. Its wide roads, traffic congested and store-lined, give off an urban, commercial vibe. Dhakaiites know the ward as Bashabo, a crowded, happening, and connected locality.Continue Reading
May 5, 2013 © Mahmud Hossain Opu / Dhaka Tribune
The art of dehumanization
by Seema Amin
‘A door marked enemy and no one home.’ Tom Engelhardt.
‘If you repeat a lie enough times, it becomes the truth.’ Electra, my love (1974 Hungarian film).
It will not be too overcast to say the 21st century (Anno Domini, whose 12 years and some hundred days have passed) has thus far been the century of the “enemy-industrial complex”. Continue Reading
© Mahmud Hossain Opu / Dhaka Tribune
Running barefoot through the city of Barbie liberty and sexy grenades
by Faruk Wasif, translated from Bengali by Nayma Qayum for AlalODulal.org
In the morning I saw four teenagers on the pavement across the street from Mohammadpur Central College. They wore the usual jobba-tupi, but no footwear. Those, they had lost in Motijheel, and could not buy another pair. Continue Reading