Zakir Kibria

Even as world leaders celebrate, the truce on the ground is already stained with blood.

The UK, even as it moved to recognise Palestine, continues to arm Israel.

China’s strategy is not born of mere economic convenience but of a calculated response to geopolitical risks.

By dangling open models while monopolising compute and data, Big Tech turns Global South innovators into outsourced R&D departments.

The Himalayas have always been a place of profound silence and deep truths.

The body of Nurul Haque was exhumed and set on fire by a mob.

The video of a crash in Cumilla last month presents the horrifying portrait of a system in collapse.

The China-Iran corridor, bypassing western sea lanes, had become a steel reality.

This gathering marks the forum on China-Africa Cooperation (FOCAC)’s shift from talk to the engine of South-South solidarity.

Since 2011, the CAAB has identified at least 525 illegal high-rises encroaching on approach paths at HSIA and the old Tejgaon Airport runway.

The death of Val Kilmer left a void in Hollywood—a space once electrified by an actor who dared to dissolve into his roles, becoming less a performer than a vessel for the souls he channelled. Among his many transformations, none burned brighter or more dangerously than his portrayal of Jim Morrison in Oliver Stone’s 1991 psychedelic biopic “The Doors”. Kilmer didn’t just play Morrison; he haunted him, merging with the Lizard King’s Dionysian swagger, poetic brooding, and self-destructive magnetism. At the heart of this performance lies a scene that distils Morrison’s essence: his surreal, charged encounter with Andy Warhol at The Factory. Here, Kilmer’s acting transcends mimicry, offering a window into Morrison’s fractured genius and the cultural collisions of the 1960s.

The public deserves transparency that the root causes of the crash are being addressed.

The irony? The US condemns China’s "social credit system" while implementing behavioural vetting via visa forms.

Economic realities—stagnant wages, yawning inequality, housing crises, evaporating mobility—have fostered entrapment and diminished expectations.

To survive Dhaka, you need a strategy. Start by embracing the absurd: treat every crisis as a plot twist.

The Dhanshiri still flows past the locked archive. It remembers young Jibanananda boarding steamers to Khulna, scribbling verses in the damp air.

Perhaps meaning isn't found in the survival itself, but forged in the telling and the hearing.

The proposal for a Bangladesh-Myanmar aid channel is rooted in a decade of failed diplomacy.

The seeds of the Ukraine war were sown in the ashes of the Soviet Union.

For two centuries, the banyan tree had stood sentinel over Madaripur’s crossroads, its aerial roots cascading like the beard of a Sufi saint.