There are so many tremendous political analyses and explanations of this war that can contribute significantly to the field of knowledge. But for me, this war refers to a cancelled ticket and a postponed celebration.

In 2026, this narrative cuts deeper than ever. Millions live as modern Shoshis — outwardly functional yet existentially adrift.

For many young Bangladeshis living abroad, content creators like Kaarina meant something special.

Writing, at its core, demands a degree of honesty after all.

From London’s ‘Penny Universities’ to Dhaka’s modern cafés, coffeehouses have long shaped conversations, ideas, and human connection.

Global AI frameworks often focus on optimisation, yet they overlook a unique reality of early childhood.

These processes explain how the emotional atmosphere around us can shape our thoughts, mood, and even our perceptions.

If work cannot sustain meaning, and leisure cannot restore it, people will create new spaces where both can be reclaimed.

Asha Bhosle’s revolutionary voice dismantled cultural binaries, mirroring the complex evolution and spirit of South Asian womanhood.

After I returned to America from my first trip to Bangladesh, I felt more confident.

Human society is a product of migration. The first migration of our ancestors is believed to have been confined to the African continent, almost 100,000 years ago.

Hoping is not just a feeling; it is more about thinking in a certain way.

A bad jury protects the old world from inconvenience. A good jury risks being altered by what enters the room.

The expedition began in Ushuaia, Argentina, widely known as the southernmost city in the world. From there, we boarded an expedition vessel operated by Oceanwide Expeditions, setting sail into the unpredictable waters of the Southern Ocean.

By 11 March, I was one of the few transit guests remaining in the hotel.

The models were not wrong, exactly. The science was sound. But the models were answering questions that nobody in that room had asked. We had travelled eleven hours to show people a mirror, and the mirror was reflecting something they did not recognise as themselves. It was reflecting us, the experts, not them, the locals.

On 28 February, I was woken around 8 am by a strange sound from my cell phone.

Inequality is not hidden; it is right in front of us, every night.

Later visits took me away from Dhaka, into small villages in the southern deltas. Again, into a world I did not know existed.

Among expatriates in Sydney—where the Bangladeshi community has grown steadily over the past two decades, driven largely by international students—there persists a lament about corruption’s corrosive reach.