Critical Muslim: Dhaka

Every city moves to its own beat. Although I am a city dweller through and through, it took me some days into my visit to Dhaka before I could sense its unique rhythm. It was only when my friend Mahmudul Hasan took me one evening through the narrow streets of the Old City , down to the Buriganga River boat terminal at Sadarghat, that I felt the Dhakan bassline in my belly for the first time.

Dhaka students celebrate Holi

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