Hiya Islam

As the country reopens to life pre-pandemic in a strange turn of events, what should you be expecting?

While no other word does the job of expressing anguish or remorse well enough, saying sorry too much is doing more harm than good in ways we do not realise.

An average Bangladeshi is said to be made of 90% mangoes in summer.

Six feet. Quarantine. Sanitizer. These words have been ringing in our ears for the past few weeks. With cities looking like ghost towns, the virus has finally got its way with us locked indoors, washing hands 24/7, devoid of hugs and sunlight.

Covid-19 continues to haunt our daily lives. Different events and mass gatherings are either cancelled or have been postponed indefinitely due to the high risk posed by the coronavirus.

It’s 2020 and what do we still not have yet? Flying cars, cyborgs, space trips, and pocket equality.

There is a deep-rooted charm to this part of Dhaka, at New Market, a bustling zone of hawkers, shops and people, of all sorts. It is here where “fixed price” is a fallacy, the world is your oyster and you can get your hands on virtually everything as long as you can bargain.

Pink tax lurks in the corners of every supermarket and affects half of the global consumers, with the vast majority being grossly unaware.

People who don’t add sugar in their tea or coffee always seem to come off a bit proud about it, don’t they? There is a certain aura to when they say “sugar-free” or “Oh... No sugar, please” as they order away.

The thought of embarking on a journey towards innovation, discovery, and rediscovery is somewhat daunting. Interconnected to this is the idea that you will get out of your head and extend the boundaries of existing knowledge.

Being a pro-cyclist and getting to the top of your game means intense workout sessions and countless hours of practice.

Decisions are a trap – a bonus ruse you get for living life. From the moment we wake up, we make countless choices to go about the day.

We are sharing our world with 8.7 million species. The vast majority, almost 86 percent is yet to be discovered, studied and ultimately, catalogued.

In the first week after bringing her home, Missy was lost. It took a family of four to hunt down a two-and-half-inch-long, walking dust bunny from under the study table.

Growing up, acne has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. Fresh faces never rang a bell. It was the tiny bumps and lumps of pre-teen years, exciting at first and then progressively distressing, that sprouted here and there for about a decade. As terrible as it gets, its dominion advanced.

There will come a time in our lives when we must take up the gruelling task of reading scientific journals. Sifting through pages after pages and losing sanity over the jargon is a given. Reading these papers is a highly active job requiring multiple rounds of re-reads,

“What’s happened to your face?”

In recent times, we have seen a surge in environmental campaigns and protests.

A flying neutron comes charging at an atom. It briefly turns into an unstable atom before decaying into few other atoms and more neutrons.

Throughout the ages, women have been substantially underrepresented in STEM (science, technology, engineering and math) fields.