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Articles by Adib Chowdhury
Red soil
Every month, Mashruk Ahmed will curate an instalment of a photo-story series that questions established power discourse, featuring photographers who explore gaps, absences, and silences in Bangladesh’s socio-political records. In this seventh edition, we feature photographer Adib Chowdhury, whose project “Lal-Mati” (Red Soil) retraces the journey of 14th-century Sufi saint Hazrat Shah Jalal to explore the intersections of myth, memory, and identity in Bangladesh.
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Britain’s Forgotten Immigrants
Indian troops wait in base as they prepare to leave, during WWI. (Imperial War Museum Archives, London) As a child standing in London’s Brick Lane, I recall staring up at the street signs when something caught my eye. The white background illuminated the familiar wavy forms of Bengali letters — lettering that belonged to the confines of my home, on my mother’s books, on newspapers in cardboard tubes that delivered headlines from Bangladesh, expired by the time they arrived.
Britain’s Forgotten Immigrants
Indian troops wait in base as they prepare to leave, during WWI. (Imperial War Museum Archives, London) As a child standing in London’s Brick Lane, I recall staring up at the street signs when something caught my eye. The white background illuminated the familiar wavy forms of Bengali letters — lettering that belonged to the confines of my home, on my mother’s books, on newspapers in cardboard tubes that delivered headlines from Bangladesh, expired by the time they arrived.
The Free World Wouldn’t Exist Without Indian Soldiers
Among the physical memorials of soldiers who fought in the Battle of Britain in 1940, one particular statue stands out in the town of Gravesend in Kent, England. With pilot goggles in one hand and a turban atop his head, Mohinder Singh Pujji was a Sikh Indian national from Simla who flew a Spitfire fighter plane during the campaign in World War II.
New U.N. panel to prepare indictments over Myanmar atrocities
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The Middle Eastern football team uniting the displaced
Nour Melli sits anxiously in his chair in a large coffee lounge in Tripoli, Lebanon. One leg is still, the other is bobbing up and down as he discusses the football match ahead. It’s a big game that could see his team enter the semi-finals of the local league, and push them into wider recognition. Nour plays for Jinan University’s football team. As he sits, he gestures towards his team-mates who are sitting beside him in varying degrees of nervousness as he runs through the plan for tonight’s game.
Letters from Arakan - Roads & Kingdoms
We crouch, hidden in the dense vegetation. We are in no man’s land, a strip of neutral territory between Bangladesh and Myanmar. A small stream ahead of us marks the start of Burmese territory. I am with a Bangladeshi border guard, a monitor from Human Rights Watch, and my fixer. Our breath is heavy in the thick, humid air. We hear a series of loud bangs, and then the smell of burning hits us. The guard swings his AK-47 onto his back, crouches to our level, points across the stream, and says, “Look.
A Thousand Polluted Gardens
The odor struck me first: the sulfurous smell of thousands of cow and goat hides stripped bare and left to dry in the baking heat. As my rickshaw drew closer to the village, the driver covered his mouth with a cloth to dampen the stench before approaching the sprawl of houses, shops and leather tanneries. Discarded strips of leather were strewn everywhere on the ground.
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