(A little author’s note: I would like to just send a word of appreciation for the very aptly chosen topic for thecompetition. I definitely enjoyed writing […]
Dear Bangladesh’s Education System (BES) Even though we have been acquaintances since as early as my childhood, this is perhaps the first time I am addressing […]
There might be thought behind how our education system is currently designed. But I believe the saying that there’s always room for improvement. Over the years, […]
Dear Bangladesh’s Education System, I once topped my class without knowing how to introduce myself confidently in English. I memorized Newton’s laws but never learned how […]
The July Revolution changed nothing and everything. There I said it. Students bled on the streets demanding systemic change, but here I am today in my […]
There’s a strange rhythm to how we grow up here. School bells ring, notebooks fill, and students memorize information from the textbook like they’re decoding the […]
The classroom clock ticks, the world runs ahead, but time stands still here. Bangladesh’s education system remains trapped in 1971, like a prisoner of fate. The […]
In the noisy streets of Dhaka; buzzing rickshaws and faded colour vendors, a new way of art expression is evolving trying to portray the dominant social […]
Art is a language, it is emotion, and stories without using words. All the different piece has their own meaning, rhythm, and communication ideas which make […]
“You’re new here, aren’t you?” Said Ayesha Banu as she adjusted the throttle of the trawler with her strong, experienced hands, despite being in a wheelchair. […]