The Shiva Temple at Puthia
Puthia Temple Complex of Bangladesh - wikipedia

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Monsoon in Dhaka, Bangladesh. 

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Story on a Rooftop.

Over the years.

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Alexandra Boulat, Lotus flowers in Hamidpur, Bangladesh.

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National Assembly of Bangladesh in Dhaka by Louis Kahn


National Assembly of Bangladesh in Dhaka by Louis Kahn

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I came to America for college that was in a small rural town in Iowa. I’d never been in a house built of wood before. It was odd to hear creaks as I walked across the floor or up the stairs. Houses in Bangladesh are silent, solid brick and cement structures. I thought, “How does this even stay up?” I expected it to fall apart.

Doja has been in the US for 13 years. 

Summer 2014
Washington, D.C

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Women in Bangladesh celebrate at the announcement of recent national high school results. 

Girls outdid boys in the public exams, despite numerous obstacles that females face in Bangladesh’s education sector.

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Women are unquestionably superior despite all men’s efforts to hide this fact and destroy us

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She’s just so beautiful I can not deal. Ugh

Bangladeshi model and actress: Tisha

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in 1905, the wife of a magistrate in rural India published a short story in The Indian Ladies’ Magazine called “Sultana’s Dream.” in this science-fiction fantasy, which describes a utopia named Ladyland, the sun’s energy has been harnessed for cooking. scientists have discovered how to control moisture in the atmosphere, eliminating rain but capturing plenty of water for farming and bathing. all travel is done by air. crime has been eliminated. the architects of this world—its safety as well as its solar power—are all women.

what was most radical about the future imagined by the Bengali feminist Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain was that the women who inhabited it had been liberated from purdah, the practice that for centuries had kept them in enforced seclusion, behind the veil or at home, hidden from the gazes of strange men. assuming public roles in politics, the academy and the sciences, the women of Ladyland walk the streets freely and keep their men confined indoors, where they do the cooking and tend to the children. the narrator is Sultana, who visits Ladyland in a dream. astonished to find the streets empty of men, as well as to learn that they are “in their proper places, where they ought to be,” she struggles to understand how this reversal was accomplished, and why. wasn’t the zenana, the separate sphere set aside for many women in India, for their own good? — india’s missing women, gaiutra bahadur (link above to the short story)