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Manush Ki Bolbay

Before I started my gallivanting-through-Asia tour and before the Coronavirus caused havoc throughout the world and changed my plans to

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Dak Naam

By Noshin Khan I long for a nickname. I am just Noshin Khan. No middle name. Three simple syllables that

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Dear Mom

By Hamida Unpopular opinion: Hiding parts of your life from your parents does not make you a bad child. Some,

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Forgiveness

By Roshni Khan @biryani.soul “Amakey maaf korey den”, I heard a small voice behind me as I settled into the dusty

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Self Love

When did we become afraid to love ourselves? I am often called a narcissist, frequently in jest. But even jokes carry some truth to them. Why does my love for myself somehow threaten others?

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Woman

It’s a chilly afternoon and I am in a local subway at the corner of East 84th and Lexington with my friend Amatan. Colloquially known as “Amy”, Amatan Noor is the creative director behind Bengali of New York’s recent campaign.

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Jungle in the Fire-Escape

Anyone that grew up in a large apartment building in New York had a love-hate relationship with their fire-escape. Something that was created only to use in case of a dangerous situation ended up being used for everything but. I seriously used to think that if there was a fire in my apartment, my family and I would all die.

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The Impact of Mister Rogers and PBS on a Whole Ghusti of Bengalis in the ’90s

I learned English from watching Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, Lamb Chops, Reading Rainbow, and later on Sesame Street on the Public Broadcasting Station (PBS). The quiet, genuine, and stern yet relaxed manner in which Mister Rogers spoke to me through the TV screen was juxtaposed with the loud, crime-infested, odious neighborhood outside of my apartment in East New York in the 1990s.

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A Village Dreamland

I can still feel the hot sticky air of the morning and afternoon even though the rain was pelting down hard on the tin roofs — my hair sticking to my face, the beads of sweat gathering on my forehead and the bridge of my nose, the uncomfortable feeling of my clothes sticking to my body. I remember drinking as much water as possible since the heat had left me parched.

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