NO! NO! NO! We Cannot Love Zia: Struggle for Justice and The Politics of Bangladesh

1971. I was a student of class six. I just arrived in Khulna city from my rural village of Narail District. I witnessed that my cousins were very busy of making a flag for Bangladesh: green rectangular piece of cloth

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I Believe

I believe that I am my own beingmy thoughts are of my own and so is my belief. I believed you are my maker but not my decider my beliefs are derived from you but not deprived. I choose to

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