Amreeta Lethe

Every year, on June 20, World Refugee Day calls on us to remember and hold in our hearts the millions displaced by conflict, persecution, and political upheaval around the world.

Farid Shaheb earned a fair bit at the office today. These days, because of the Anti Corruption Commission and newspaper journalists’ incessant pestering, he can no longer directly take the money offered to him.

November 25, the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women, marks the beginning of 16 Days of Activism against Gender-Based Violence which goes until December 10, Human Rights Day.

It is perhaps not an overstatement to say that humans are, at their core, wanderers.

One of the movements which helped accelerate the Liberation War of Bangladesh was the Mass Uprising of 1969.

“The Story of Sharifa” is just one instance in a dishearteningly long line of such measures

There is something in the tactility of books that even non-readers find themselves admiring, and readers more so.

I heard myself speak today It made me want to Cut out my tongue.

Never in his wildest imaginations had Aniket thought that everything would come together so well. Nearly everyone he invited had come.

Last week, Daily Star Books interviewed Bangladeshi-Canadian writer Arif Anwar, author of The Storm (2018), and American novelist Julia Phillips, author of Disappearing Earth (2019).

I have always had a rather avoidant recoil to the aftermath of death.

Naeem Mohaiemen called the book and its selections, which comprise fairly short essays and editorials on contemporary matters, “an argument for somehow recording all that seems ephemeral, so we can then look back and trace what was happening.”

The font can be installed on and used with Kindle without breaking juktakkhor apart.

One random tweet by a fan account has sent a 2019 book flying off the shelves, climbing bestseller charts.

Several threads of commonality tie the books together just as their origins showcase their differences.

Pushing the glass door open, Anita heaves a sigh of relief as she leaves the office for lunch. The sun is blazing down outside. Sometimes this place feels like a gold cage.