This is a response to Md Shahnawaz Khan Chandan's article on the Salanaga Massacre of 1922, which came out in The Daily Star on January 25.

Do you remember the 13-year-old girl from Ullahpara, Sirajganj, who was gang-raped by members of the then ruling party after the 2001 election? Do you remember her portrait that was published in almost all newspapers, where she was hiding her face in her hands? Or that title 'Aami ekhon mukh dekhabo ki kore (how will I show my face to society now)?'

That street animals in Dhaka live in appalling conditions is no secret. Everyday, as I make my way home, I find animals that have been beaten up, that are

There are detailed testimonies of the rape survivor and her husband about the men who threatened her for voting for 'sheaf of paddy' in the election and that the same men came

On January 27, 1922, in the wake of Mahatma Gandhi's non-cooperation movement and the Khilafat movement, hundreds of thousands of peasants, artisans and traders from the entire North and North-West Bengal gathered at a place called Salanga, now located in Bangladesh's Sirajganj district.

Ameerah Haq served as the Under-Secretary General (USG) for the Department of Field Support and was the highest-ranking Bangladeshi in the United Nations during those years. After four decades of heading humanitarian and development missions in Asia and Africa, she retired in 2015. In this conversation with Sarah Nafisa Shahid, exclusively conducted for Star Weekend, Haq shares reflections from her field experiences in post-conflict regions and speaks about the future of the UN's Peacekeeping department.

An old Dhaka native, Sheikh Shariful Amin went to the UK as a student in 2008. He had already completed a master's degree but as it didn't count there, Amin then did one at the University of East London.

A small but growing number of female riders are making an impact in ridesharing services as well as making a living

14 Bede families have set up their oval-shaped makeshift tents on private land in Natun Torki, a village in Kalkini Upazila of Madaripur district. A branch of the Arialkha river flows on the west of Natun Torki. The area is well-known in Barishal for Torki Bandar, a narrow but flowing river on the west. The Bede huts are just on the outskirts of the crowded Natun Torki market.

Tagore recital with Joyita

From the title of the exhibition to the ambience that hits you upon entering the gallery, one is struck by the presence of alliance, of the fun borne of creative collaboration in the project.

Anthropologist James Clifford says that the term travel can be understood as a form of 'global contacts' in a post-colonial word. I realised that a genuine traveller is reflective, moving across a landscape where things are in place.

At least 80 percent of New Year's resolutions fail by February. Next Friday will be February. Most of you reading this will soon be tasting the soggy, remorse-filled aftertaste of failure.

During the road safety protests last year, a photo of a schoolboy standing in a desolate road with V's mask on became viral. It was seen as an expression of anarchy, a form of protest against an allegedly totalitarian rule.

It was very moving to read the piece on child waste collectors in last week's issue of Star Weekend. It was frustrating, on one hand, to learn about the inefficient process of waste collection in our city

It was indeed a pleasure to read this article. As a former oncologist, trained in the US, I am appalled at the lack of training and protocols in Bangladesh.

Our country's GDP mostly depends on the huge garment sector and its hundreds of thousands of workers.

On the night of December 31, a day after the election, a mother of four was gang-raped in Subarnachar upazila of Noakhali. The rape is widely being acknowledged as election violence.

Many of you know or have at least heard of the Louvre in Paris, the British Museum in London or the American Museum of Natural History in New York.

Endangered are the spirits of the forest. Harmless creatures worn around feeble bodies for the exposure of grandeur. Their cries unheard by their wearers.