Kazi Akib Bin Asad

History is one of my favourite subjects. Always has been. Back in school, I used to rest my chin on the desk, and listen away as the History teacher

I have an old National brand VHS player at home. Back in the 90s, my family was into Bangla and Indian television dramas, and the occasional film.

Almost 50 years since its independence, we have come a long way. And our education sector is enriching itself even more now, thanks to brilliant ideas and entrepreneurs.

Sadat was presented with the award today by Nobel Peace Prize laureate Malala Yousafzai.

SHOUT, The Daily Star and UNDP Bangladesh have partnered up to bring you stories of impactful start-ups.

SHOUT, The Daily Star and UNDP Bangladesh have partnered up to bring you stories of impactful start-ups.

The 19-year old right winger has been registered to train and play for the academy for the 2020-21 season.

When we talk about the youth, often we tend to exclude a segment of the young population -- the ones who live with autism. We forget they are

It is a blessing to have been born a 90s kid. I grew up in the height of MTV’s success, when music was largely accepted as a lifestyle and not just a form of art. I’ve had the Walkman, and still remember the day I bought my first (and only) mp3 player. No cassette, no disc, all technology.

For a young person in the city with limited hangout options, be it with friends, family or simply oneself, the halls provided entertainment in a beautifully unique way.

Chittagong, or Chattogram, holds a special place in my heart. I visited the city when I was a toddler and as a young man. Each time,

I could say this about other things too, but yes, graphic design is my passion.

At 15, I was running around in my school yard playing football with a paper ball; at 24, I was throwing countless paper balls into the trashcan because my engineering math assignment wouldn't add up. Years later I am still, for all intents and purposes, a youth.

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The roads have traffic jams at intersections, offices are abuzz with voices behind masks, marketplaces have opened up for people to set up shops. I ask, have we gotten used to this pandemic?

Imagine 2020 as a football match. We—the people—have conceded a million goals or more. Our opponents? You couldn’t see them; they’re all over the place and they’re lightning fast. Bullied, ransacked, and fighting for our lives, we don’t know what to do but to stay put. Like we are now at our homes.

There are two sides to a coin. You can toss it however you want, and regardless of the outcome, one thing remains constant.

The year is 2020. I don’t think we’ll ever forget that. We barely experienced April this year; the days went by faster than the gusts of the Kalbaishakhi. And what day is it today? I don’t know.

A couple days from now and the holy month of Ramadan will be upon us. True, this month has a special meaning in our lives, no matter which

In present times, knowledge has taken a profound meaning. It is everything from knowing what you know, to knowing what you don’t. But knowledge, the application of it and binding it out and sending it out to the world–your knowledge is now free and you have become a part of the elusive scholarly articles section of Google.