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eknozor · 2 years
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দুল ও চেইনের লোভে পড়ে হত্যা । মাকে ধরিয়ে দিলো মেয়ে
দুল ও চেইনের লোভে পড়ে হত্যা । মাকে ধরিয়ে দিলো মেয়ে
কানের দুল ও গলা থেকে সোনার চেইন কেড়ে নেওয়া জন্য ক্লাস টু -এর এক ছাত্রীকে প্রতিবেশী এক নারী শ্বাসরোধে হত্যা করেছে।   ঘটনাস্থল, সময় ও নিহতের পরিচয় ঘটনাটি ঘটেছে, নরসিংদীতে। পাষণ্ড, লোভী এই নারী শিশুটিকে হত্যা করার পর আলমিরাতে লুকিয়ে রাখে। শিশুটির লাশ উদ্ধার করতে সক্ষম হয়েছে পুলিশ, নিখোঁজ হবার ৭ ঘণ্টা পর। ঘটনার দায়ে পুলিশ দু’জনকে গ্রেফতার করেছে।   ১৩ সেপ্টেম্বর (মঙ্গলবার), এ শিশু হত্যা ও মরদেহ…
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unbanglatv · 6 months
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ছেলের হাতে বাবা খুন '' 2য় পর্ব'' Cheler Hate Baba Khun | Bangla নাটক | ...
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99artist · 1 year
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এই প্রতীক রয়েছে শীর্ষ তালিকায়!! বাংলাদেশের আজকের খবর
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theappvilla · 1 year
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webedunews · 1 year
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dbdofficialnews · 1 year
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বিএনপি ও সমমনা দলগুলোর গণমিছিল আজ
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don-lichterman · 2 years
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টিকে থাকার লড়াইয়ে নেটফ্লিক্স কি পারবে ঘুরে দাঁড়াতে? | Netflix
টিকে থাকার লড়াইয়ে নেটফ্লিক্স কি পারবে ঘুরে দাঁড়াতে? | Netflix
হুমকির মুখে পড়েছে স্ট্রিমিং জগতের কিং নেটফ্লিক্স। বেসামাল তাদের দীর্ঘ দিনের রাজত্ব। থেমে গেছে করোনাকালীন সাফল্যের উর্ধ্বগতি। নেটফ্লিক্সের বর্তমান মার্কেটভ্যালু ৯৬ বিলিয়ন ডলার। ২০২১ সালে যার পরিমাণ ছিল ৩০৬ বিলিয়ন ডলার। মাত্র ৪ মাসেই উধাও হয়ে গেছে ১৫০ বিলিয়ন ডলারের শেয়ার। পরিস্থিতি সামলাতে নেয়া হচ্ছে অনেক পদক্ষেপ। বন্ধ হচ্ছে পাসওয়ার্ড শেয়ার। চালু করা হচ্ছে বিজ্ঞাপন ফিচারসহ সস্তা সাবস্ক্রিপশন। তবে…
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rightnewshindi · 3 months
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ममता बनर्जी को पीछे से धक्का देने से लगी चोट, निदेशक बोले, नाक और माथे पर लगाए चार टांके
ममता बनर्जी को पीछे से धक्का देने से लगी चोट, निदेशक बोले, नाक और माथे पर लगाए चार टांके
Mamta Banerjee Health Update: पश्चिम बंगाल की मुख्यमंत्री ममता बनर्जी के स्वास्थ्य से जुड़ा एक बड़ा अपडेट सामने आया है। चोटिल ममता बनर्जी की पहले से हालत स्थिर है और उन्हें अस्पताल से छुट्टी मिल चुकी है। यह जानकारी राज्य संचालित एसएसकेएम अस्पताल के निदेशक, मणिमॉय बंद्योपाध्याय ने साझा की है। ममता डॉक्टरों की निगरानी में हैं। उनके माथे पर गिरने के बाद गहरी चोट लगी थी। कोलकाता के कालीघाट स्थित…
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superbtvtime · 9 months
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মমতা কে কঠো ভাবে দমন রাজ্যপাল | রাজ্য রাজ্যপাল সংঘাত এবার সপ্তমে | Updat...
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khabarsamay · 10 months
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alibaba1xk · 1 year
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SOMOY TV LIVE | সময় টিভি লাইভ | সরাসরি সময় টিভি | LIVE TV | SOMOY TV LIVE STREAMING |BANGLA TV LIVE
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unbanglatv · 1 year
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Dukhi jane dukher mormo / Sojib baul / দুঃখী জানে দুঃখের মরমো / সজীব বাউ...
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timesofocean · 2 years
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Death toll in devastating Bangladesh fire rises to 34
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Death toll in devastating Bangladesh fire rises to 34
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Dhaka (The Times Groupe)- A devastating fire in Chattogram, a port city in southern Bangladesh, has killed at least 34 people and injured more than 300 others, an official said on Sunday. The port city of Chattogram has continued to burn for more than 12 hours.
We have recorded 34 deaths and more than 300 injuries so far. Among them, some are in very critical condition. We have already transferred two to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) and some others to Dhaka for better treatment,” Brigadier General Md. Shamim Ahsan, director of Chattogram Medical College Hospital, told The Times Groupe.
On Sunday morning, new wounded were admitted to the hospital.
Seven firefighters who rushed to the scene and participated in the rescue operations are believed to have died.
During the rescue operations, dozens of firefighters and police officers were injured.
Bangladesh Sangbad Sangstha and other local media reported 33 deaths and 400 injuries.
A total of 25 firefighter and civil defense units have been working to douse the blaze since Saturday night, according to the latest update from the scene.
The fire erupted at around 11.00 p.m. local time (1700GMT) in the city’s Sitakunda area.
Witnesses and rescue workers report that the flames started in a container and quickly spread to others in the depot, which has more than 1,000 containers.
Officials from the city, including the mayor, have visited the site and vowed to find out what caused the fire.
In the South Asian nation’s main export sector of readymade garments, however, the deadly fire caused huge economic losses due to the destruction of a number of containers laden with chemicals and other materials.
Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina has condoled over the tragic incident and assured compensation to the families of the deceased. She urged all concerned authorities to provide due treatment to the injured at the earliest opportunity.
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webedunews · 1 year
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dbdofficialnews · 1 year
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নিকুঞ্জে সিটি ডেন্টাল কলেজ হোস্টেলে আগুন
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thebisexualwreckoning · 8 months
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Assorted thoughts on culture, generational trauma, racism, queerness and where they intersect for me
My family is from Bangladesh. Or they used to be. All of my great-grandparents were born there. At least 3 of my grandparents were born there as well. My mother travelled there on the back of trucks transporting hay. The town, practically the village, my father grew up in, is in Bangladesh.
There's this story my mother tells me. When I was around three years old, we were in a Bengali restaurant in New York and I was so happy to meet fellow Bengalis that I immediately started to speak Sylheti. They gave us a discount for that. called me Khuki and told my parents how nice it was to speak in the language of their home with someone once again.
Another time, another restaurant. This one is in London. I'm not three anymore. I don't speak Sylheti anymore either. They say I forgot because I had no one to speak it with. I don't even speak proper Bangla. It's now Bengali with a dash of Hindi. This time when we enter the restaurant, I don't approach the servers. They approach us and say how nice it is to find a fellow Bengali in the wild. We complain about how we're tired of white people food. My mother wishes she had macher jhol. The servers tell her to wait and bring out a plate of their own dinner. She cries as she eats it. Tears of joy and solidarity.
I'm twelve years old and for the first time, I decide to relearn my culture. I join a summer class, pencil in hand, ready to learn how to read and write all over again. I want to read my mother's magazines, the Feluda comics that she read out loud to me as a child. It paid off, but not in the way I expected, my mother fighting with my father, grabbing hold of my hand two days later as we boarded the aeroplane back to her father's house.
I'm 13 years old, on anti-depressants that I forgot to take some days, neurodivergence diagnosed, and learning more about myself each and every day. I come out as bisexual to my mom but do not tell her about my genderfluidity. Afraid of what she'll think when the daughter she always desired turns out to not be her daughter at all. We call my brother in Canada. He tells us about the people who shout slurs at him in the metro. We do not tell him that we are afraid that someday the slurs will turn into bullet wounds.
I'm fourteen years old, and my father's come to visit. It's his birthday so we travel to his parents' house. more than 4 hours away from ours. They greet us with barbed wire words on my grades, my brother's weight, my mother's inability to be a good wife. We smile through it all. I wonder how they can be so cruel. The people who cared for me when I was a child. The woman who named me now my worst enemy.
I'm fifteen years old now. My Bangla is clearer. Sharp vowels and clear consonants. It will never be rounded syllables of my childhood ever again. I learn of the Bengal partition in school. Learn how people killed each other in the name of freedom. I want to scream, "Amra shobai ek." We are all the same. We share the same culture, the same language but in different dialects, the same history. Stop killing, please. I'm tired of the violence and hatred, I say. This war started before I was born, will it continue after I'm dead as well?
I gathered the courage to google LGBTQ+ laws in Bangladesh today. And I realised something. I love my culture. I love my roots. I love this language, my ancestors, and every family member, even though sometimes I feel like there are too many to count. But I do not love what they have made of it. I saw the words splashed across the newspaper headlines, Anti - Queer laws still in place, Being gay is punishable with a life sentence in prison, a gay man is stoned to death in public and no one does anything to stop it. I do not cry. I've been doing nothing but crying for too long now.
Instead, I'm writing this. I'm writing this to tell everyone that it isn't over. I'm writing this to tell everyone that if I'd been born 413 km to the west exactly, I wouldn't be alive to write this post right now. I'm writing this because I am tired of our stories going untold, buried under layers of propaganda and zealotry. I'm writing this because people think my being Hindu, my being Indian, my being Bengali means that I cannot be queer.
Well sorry to prove you wrong. Because I'm still here. And I'm still kicking. And as long as I'm alive, I'm not going to stop. Neither will the thousands of others like me, telling their stories in a thousand different ways, fighting for their people in a thousand different ways.
So this one is for those still kicking.
We're Here
We're Queer
And we're ready to fucking fight.
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