It wasn’t easy to think about it…I was afraid to write about this; perhaps that’s the very reason that I should. **Trigger Warning** – This post is about sexual assault & gender-based violence. Perhaps in the 5th or 6th grade- I remember one Saturday, I was late to the mosque for a weekly session. That day,… Continue reading Speaking Against the Silencing of Survivors
Ubud, Bali (^Photo Credit: R.A.K) Tegallalang, Bali Tanah Lot Temple, Bali Balangan Beach, Bali Uluwatu, Bali All rights reserved. Thank you. 🙂
“ebhabei amader manush jibon katai” (this is how our people spend their lives) – a common preface or ending to any melancholic observation or story. For a long time I thought these people (living in Bangladesh) were “my people,” but I realized it is a difficult concept to grasp. How can they possibly be my… Continue reading Exploring an Identity (Part 2: “Our People v. Your People”)
These past few weeks have been really interesting for me. Background: It is the first time I am visiting my motherland for a purpose other than family. It also happens to be my first time in a public health research setting (aside from an academic setting and a small community based organization I interned at… Continue reading Exploring an Identity (Part 1)
Last year, at Stony Brook University’s commencement, Billy Joel said “If you are not doing what you love, you are wasting your time.” I was brought up to value people, time, and experiences. Abundance comes from the riches of the heart, not money. According to the National Institute of Health (NIH), 1 in 5 adults… Continue reading Happiness (Reasons why I study Public Health)
There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft… When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. – Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner I am drained. I cannot keep up… Continue reading Pray.
On the 45th birthday of my Motherland, it pains me to write of such sadness. My heart aches. It has been for the past few days. I am a female. I have a mother, a sister, a friend. And then there was Tonu, in Bangladesh, who was only 3 years younger than me. There were… Continue reading Justice for Tonu & All Women in Bangladesh