Rubana Huq

Neither am I surprised by what the Commerce Minister asked a high-powered delegation visiting Bangladesh, nor am I going to be

We really don't pay attention to the common nouns, do we? Can we really remember the name of the four Bangladeshis who died in Libya in March? Or the ones who were murdered in Maijdee in 2007? What really happens is that these temporary protagonists remain relevant in our selective memories as long as we benefit from it every time we write a report, take to streets to protest, or use statistics in our speeches.

She could have been ours. She could have been our daughter. She could have been returning home after a dinner, stopped at a traffic signal...

He stood there at the reception, with a sling bag filled with documents. He worked for a courier company. He was 10 years old.

Yesterday was the time to tell all our families that our daughters aren't just pretty; they are superbly gifted; our daughters don't “nag”...

Two days ago, Ashis Nandy, the political psychologist, social theorist, critic, and a trained clinical psychologist...

An op-ed can never afford a fiction. But then when real times across the globe are closer to fiction, one has the freedom to add colour and paint the canvas to share with the readers.

While Modi rigorously tweets about South Asian oneness and names prosperity for all in the region as his vision, the rest of South Asia wonders whether any of what he says will ever dispel the fear psychosis that many of us have on being overwhelmed by our big neighbour.

Chittagong airport is small in size. So it's easy to spot someone special. A tiny, 'special' woman was holding a placard in her hand...

A forty-six page report is supposed to be impressive. An educated guess would indicate that there are at least twenty thousand words in there...

Long ago, an essay on cow was the easiest challenge of a primary examination. We were always given hints on what to write in case we chose to attempt such a “common” essay.

There are many quakes that rock us on a daily basis. As a nation, we are hardly allowed to be at ease.

I am much more conscious of my identity when I travel these days. I am critically aware of the fact that I am a Muslim and that, much to my discomfort...

The picture that you see here is not of a Bangladeshi “informal” or “formal” garment factory. It is one of the photographs taken by

If clearing roads and illegal occupancy are publicly opposed, how will this city ever see the light of the day? Perhaps we should then just let the mayor kill the mosquitoes and clean the streets?

Whether you question the trial, the proceedings, or the witnesses is for you to judge, but it is also upon us to share with you tales of our nights of watching shells killing our neighbours, of our homes turning into ashes.

One wonders if time favours the powerful and if the minute hands of the clocks run slower in the cases of people with deeper pockets. The Sagar-Runi murder case has still not seen the light of justice.

We cannot and will not shy away just because some boro bhai (elder borther) somewhere thought killing an innocent Italian national would set Bangladesh off its course.

What will kill RMG in Bangladesh? Trans-Pacific Partnership or security fears? It may certainly be the second one and not the first. To begin with, the full text of the TPP is not yet available.

It's time to steer our children back to school. If India could pass the Right to Education Act in 2009, whereby almost 2 million children were targeted for rehabilitation through education with scholarships, stipends, regular health checkups and nutrition, why can't we?