Author: HM Nazmul Alam

There is a persistent illusion that nations are built upon geography. We speak of rivers as lifelines, of fertile plains…

We have, over time, cultivated a culture where survival itself is a calculated risk. Every ordinary act carries within it…

There is something oddly comforting about numbers. They are neat, disciplined, and obedient. They sit quietly in reports and presentations,…

Bangladesh’s capacity charge regime represents perhaps one of the most expensive examples of this phenomenon. Recent reports have once again…

Some tragedies arrive with noise. Buildings collapse. Vehicles collide. Sirens scream. Crowds gather. Cameras rush to the scene. Society immediately…

When climate scientists warn about the possible arrival of a Super El Niño, the world usually reacts with the language…

At almost every family gathering in Bangladesh, there is a familiar conversation. One student studies engineering, another medicine, and another…

Every few years, the same theatre unfolds in Dhaka. Footpaths are suddenly cleared, cameras arrive before pedestrians do, and a…

Some buildings produce knowledge, and then there are buildings that produce patience, but in most cases, anger. The Registrar’s Building…

The stories arrive almost every morning now, scattered across the inside pages of newspapers like fragments of a dark puzzle.…