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The Getty Images Instagram Grant, run in collaboration with Instagram, supports visual artists using #Instagram to tell important stories about communities underrepresented by mainstream media.
Ismail Ferdous, a Bangladeshi documentary photographer using #Instagram to cover social humanitarian issues, received a grant in 2015 for his project “After Rana Plaza.”
“This project came from a very personal place, as I live among those affected by the Rana Plaza factory collapse in Bangladesh’s garment industry. Seeing the workers every day, coming and going, is a constant reminder of the collapse and its effects still linger more than two years later.” -@ismailferdous
: Rahela Begum lost her son at the 2013 Rana Plaza garment factory collapse: "Whenever I go in front of Rana Plaza, I feel like my son will come back suddenly. My elder son told me to change our house but I denied him. I told him this house is attached with my son’s memories and I will not leave this place at any cost."
The Getty Images Instagram Grant is accepting applications until April 12. Learn more and apply at gtty.im/grants
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Rosina Kazi
One of the foot soldiers in Toronto’s underground music scene, Rosina Kazi is the lead singer of the band LAL and she has recorded with State of Bengal, Toronto Tabla Ensemble, Titonton, Moonstarr, Abacus, da grassroots and more. She has been instrumental in the growth of many of the City’s artists and DJ’s, providing venues and forums for their musical expression. More importantly, she has managed to add an air of consciousness and political awareness to many of those events, and this awareness is the most distinctive factor of her music. She grew up in the Canadian-Bangladeshi community where politics and art went hand in hand. She grew up singing and dancing traditional Bengali folk music and dance and went on to play in choirs and bands up until high school.
Rosina teaches and performs spoken word, which is another outlet for her passion for community and art. Through her community arts organization, ‘COMMUNITY CENTRE’, Rosina also works with youth and facilitates spoken word, song-writing and indie art making programs. Rosina created COMMUNITY CENTRE to teach youth and to support artists who needed support with their own projects. Thus far COMMUNITY CENTRE has produced three albums, for Palestinian poet Rafeef Ziadah (supported by the OAC), Brazilian singer Luanda Jones (OAC and Canada Council) and Queer Dance Music Artist Troy Jackson.
Rosina has been composing music professionally for over 12 years. She has recorded 4 albums with the band LAL, and has guest appeared on over 10 recordings (from techno to folk music albums). She also plays harmonium, and composes using samplers and laptops. Her passion is connecting with different communities and having a conversation through words and music. One of the ways she does this is to also program different festivals and community based programs such Masala Mehndi Masti, Afro Latin South Asian Festival, and Mayworks. She has created a style that incorporates her singing voice and her love of reciting poetry, which is very much informed by hip hop and spoken word cultures. She continues to teach spoken word workshops for organizations like Diaspora Dialogues, Buddies in Bad Times, AQSA Zine Collective, The Royal Music Conservatory and more.
Find out more about Rosina, lal and her revolutionary music here:
Brown Eyed Warrior - Lal-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xi1zRJ9JIlE
Murr ft. Rosina - My Best Dress:http://vimeo.com/24029446
lal website-http://cargocollective.com/lal/Blog
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I Worked In A Factory In Bangladesh To Make This Story
Amar baccha! My children, listen, for I have a story to share with you.
In the beginning there was the Kund, the deep wellspring from where the first Ohm of the Universe flowed. Soon other sounds and utterances flowed through, forming brooks of syllables, joined into streams of words, joined into rivers of sentences, joined into seas of stories, joined into oceans of truth.
And each sound and syllable and word, each sentence and story and truth, each little drop carried with it the Power of Creation and Destruction, the Power of Language: together like the ebbs and flows of tidal waves, like drought and floods, like sunshine and rain.
Creation comes from Destruction comes from Creation.
And this Power, the Power of Language, this exists for all those who speak, listen, write, read. For all those that carry Language in their heads and in their hearts. For it is Language that is your birthright and it is Language that is your responsibility.
And Language is not to be restricted, to be hoarded as though it is some precious and rare gold or silver. No, Language is to be shared by all, for it is everyone’s birthright, and everyone’s responsibility, to partake in the ebbs and flows of Creation and Destruction.
You are not the Master of Language, much like you are not the Master of Water or Air. You, all of you, are in Service to Language, much like you are in Service to Water or Air - Powers that create you, Powers that sustain you, Powers that destroy you.
There are some of you that will be entrusted to ensure the safety, sanctity, sanctuary of Language. You will be known as the Compassionate Ones, the Shafiqs, caretakers and custodians of Language and all those that wield it. It is your responsibility to care for the hearts and heads of those you serve, to ensure that their needs and desires are met, that they remain safe and protected and well. It is your responsibility to ensure that Language is shared freely, that Language is served for the greater good, that all hold access to Language and that your Language does not die before it is time.
And oh how its time will threaten to come! For there will be forces that claim to be Masters of Earth and Fire, claim their right to ravage your lands and control your people with ever-changing boundaries and restrictions. Forces that claim to be Masters of Water and Air and destroy all which you build in symbiosis to create that which dominates. Forces that claim to be Masters of Language, their own Language, while denigrating yours as lesser-than, impure, powerless.
And then there will be forces of your own. You claiming responsibility as privilege and using your custodianship as cruelty. You forgetting your own birthright and believing those that say your power can only be accessed by a select few through specific means foreign to you. You letting go of your Language, that which gives you Life, and forgetting all the syllables and stories and truths that it carries.
Destruction comes from Creation comes from Destruction.
The Power will still manifest, still create and destroy, even without your wielding of Language, even without those who speak and listen and write and read. It is Power that has existed before there was Humanity and will exist after there is Humanity, for it is Power that has created the Universe and will destroy the Universe.
Learn to approach Language with respect and responsibility, and you will gain strength, fortitude, prosperity, livelihood. But treat Language as though it is something you can control, restrict, deny, destroy, and you will find that it will control, restrict, deny, and destroy you.
And if you ever find that you are close to the brink of no return, return to the Waters: the oceans, the seas, the rivers, the streams, the brooks. Return to the wellspring, to the Kund, and call out for a new Ohm.
Remember this, baccha, for forgetting is the first step to Destruction without Creation.
[[source:Belinda Meggit
So thepostmodernpottercompendium is hosting this really interesting series on the origins of magic which is now becoming an interesting story in progress. I have been meaning to write this story for a long time, ever since I found this picture in researching the bede, or gypsy boat people of Bangladesh:she’s one of them. I knew she was the face of thedainee that mysteriously guides the Bideshis as soon as I saw her picture, and now I want to write her story.
The line about the kund and the first ohm is from a piece by Minal Hajratwala, about being a kinky queer femme Indian woman. In the piece she plays a lot with language and draws the connection between “cunt” and “kund” - as in “kundalini”. The name of the piece escapes me right now but it was performed in this year’s Yoni Ki Baat in SF.]]
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[[Hi all,
So between grad school and whereismh370 I’ve been a little too busy to work on shafiq28 or similar. However, I am making use of shafiq28 for something related and would appreciate some editing help.
I’m adapting this short story about Sabila and Faizal’s decision to raise Ayesha primarily in English (based on a personal true story) into a 10-min performance piece for presentation at my MFA showing in April, as well as potentially the Short + Sweet Theater Festival.
Short + Sweet doesn’t allow fanfiction, so I’m rooting the story in more realistic terms, and it’s quickly turning into historical fiction: both parents survived the 1971 Bangladesh Liberation War in their own way.
I haven’t written a short play in a long time, and a lot of the war information is news to me too. I want to make sure I get the language right, as well as make it presentable. It doesn’t have to be pitch-perfect or super polished, but I would like it to be good at least.
If you’re willing to help look over the play, please let me know! You don’t need to know Bengali or even have any particular experience in playwriting, though that helps.
Thank you!!]]
thepostmodernpottercompendium:
The Sacred Twenty Eight: The Noble and Most Ancient Houses of Shafiq and Shacklebolt (2/?)
Pictures, left to right: Jallianwala Bagh Massacre 1919, Non Cooperation Movement 1920-21, Dandi Salt March 1930, Bengal Famine 1943, Trains during the Partition 1947, Indhira Gandhi visits Bangladeshi refugee camps in Bengal 1971.
He does not understand, when he is five, why his mother is weeping for people in a far away place with a strange name which is not home.
When he asks her, she only cries harder, and his father grips him roughly by his shoulder and pushes him away, admonishing him for troubling his mother. Someday, his father says, you will understand.
(He does not tell them, after asking his ayah, that he still does not understand why they care about wicked people who think they can get away with murdering innocent people. Why should they care? They are not theirpeople.)
He does not understand, two years later, when they return from the Halloween ball at the Ministry of Magic; the wrath of Kaliherself writ large upon his mother’s countenance (though she has long since given up her old family gods) and his father’s eyes shining with the same light of battle which must have once shone in their forefathers’ eyes as they swept out of the Hindu Khush following Muhammad of Gor.
Shafiqs are landowners and caretakers, yes, says his father, we grow and we create and we heal the land, but there is also anger in our hearts and when the time comes, we are warriors as well and all men quake when a Shafiq raises his arms to go to war.
(He tells his father he is not a Shafiq then, because there is no anger in his heart and his father only laughs and ruffles his hair and tells him that when he is older, the anger will burn in his heart too.
It is the last time, for a very long time, he hears his father laugh so openly.)
He does not understand, nearly twenty years later, why his mother both laughs and cries at the letter his father sends them from the old country, complaining about the damn bilatisthinking they’re clever by refusing to put us in prison. This is no laughing matter, being put in prison. It is wrongto break the law.
His mother silently hands him a book by a man called Olaudah Equiano and tells him that sometimes men make bad laws and it is for them, the ones who take care of their people, to fight those laws.
(He begins to understand, a few years later, when he realizes that his colleagues at the Ministry care more about Grindelwald’s war and its ill effects on England, not the millions starving back home, or the boats burning to keep the Germans (or the Japanese) from freeing his people; when they talk of oppression by mugglesand he wonders what the non magical folk have ever done to them that can be compared to what they have done to his people - then he understands, they do not look beyond their navels, so they exaggerate their pain, these pampered dandies.)
He does not understand why his father is grim-faced and his mother cries and cries and cries when Clement Attlee finally gives their countries Independence and the bilatisleave. It is a time for celebration - they have finally won their war. People die all the time. Let them die; they are not their own, they are mugglesthey do not have magic.
His mother goes into hysterics when he says this and his father fixes him with such a stare, he nearly wets himself.
Are you a Shafiq? His father asks him, are you my son or a son of a pig? A fool that you spew such nonsense? Are you blind? Have the bilatis turned your brain to porridge?
(He understands, a little, when as he watches his mother’s body burn on the funeral pyre, the tears begin to flow. Death is not easy to see. His father gruffly tells him to be a man and stalks away. Proud and tall as always.)
He begins to understand even more, when he meets his Anglo-Indian wife’s family and he listens to them drawling away about how the homeland is dirtyandstinky and his people are backward.They are your people, your forefathers he wants to yell, but smiles apologetically as his wife squeezes his hand sympathetically underneath the table.
He understands better, when he reads Macaulay’s Minute on Education (1835) and he reads these words:
We must at present do our best to form a class who may be interpreters between us and the millions whom we govern; a class of persons, Indian in blood and colour, but English in taste, in opinions, in morals, and in intellect.
He finally understands properly, twenty three years later, why his mother wept when their people, once united by common cause against their oppressors, turn on each other and commit genocide over divisions created by those very same oppressors they fought to drive away. He understands, when not a murmur is heard in the Ministry of help to be sent to them - when British newspapers are silent about sending troops to help clear up the mess they made in the first place.
But by then it is too late to teach his son what it means to be a Shafiq; to be rich and yet have anger burn in your heart.
So he teaches his grandson instead. These are only stories to them both, but he sees the fire of anger in his grandson’s eyes when he teaches him the history they do not teach them at Hogwarts. Of how the men of this country went to their homeland and stole from them in the greatest sanctioned robbery in the history of the world - 2.5 billion pounds (probably a lot more) stolen to never be returned. Of how, for two hundred years, they were taught that their ways were inferior and foolish, based on superstition not science. Of how they burnt their boats and stole the very souls and identities of people by turning them British, by turning them against their own culture (like your father, he says regretfully).
Of how these very men turned their people against each other: one religion against each other, countries arbitrarily divided along the lines of religion leading to one of the largest massacres in history. Of how ten million of their people were displaced overnight, in a war caused by the same arbitrary division of nations along the line of religion and politicking - this time for culture and language, because truly what did people in Dhaka have in common with people in Islamabad besides a vague commonality the bilatisdecided superceded all other commonalities? But now ten million people fit neither here nor there - they were not Bengali because they were muslims but they were not Pakistanis either (how could they be, those northeners were so different.) Ten million people with no identity, always to live unsure of themselves. This was the story of their people; magical or not, allof them were theirs.
And then many years later, his eyes are misty with tears as he watches his seventeen year old great grandson snap his wand and declare that he will not live as a bilatiwizard among a people with no conscience and no guilt for their cruelty. He goes to muggleuniversity instead, and then returns to his homeland to make a difference by working in a muggleNGO, practicing their old magic. The magic of their forefathers. And nobody serves him notice for using magic in the presence of muggles.
It is a start, he supposes, and then imagines his father would be proud. The anger has burnt in his heart and he has passed the flame of anger on. They will be caretakers, they will be warriors.
There will always be a Shafiq as long as they remember.
[Pic sources will be added later. Many thanks to notyourexrotic for helping with various bits of information and shaping this story (also for their incredible project shafiq28 which, I’ll be honest, shaped the headcanons for this one in a hugeway). I never liked the whole Statute of Secrecy biz given its ramifications when you apply them to other countries outside of the Euramerican region - its similarities with the whole divide and rule policy which governed Brit colonial policies when they were leaving countries are far too close for comfort.]
[[re-reblogging for this as there’s been an update to the original.]]
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Many Pakistani and Bangladeshi Muslims deny their Hindu/Buddhist past prior to Islamic conquests and instead try to suck up to Arab Muslims assuming they are “brothers”. Meanwhile so many Arab Muslims, especially those in the Arabian Peninsula where the religion was created, not only have dozens of hateful derogatory terms for Pakistanis and Bangladeshis, but literally see them as subhuman and treat them like slaves in the Arab Gulf states.
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Our correspondent @jasonbnpr is reporting on the Rohingya refugees in Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh. This week, Bangladesh had planned to start sending Rohingya refugees back to Myanmar. Now the deal has been postponed.
Here is a picture of the refugee camp where 650,000 refugees are living.
This is Mohamed Yonus. “If the Bangladesh soldiers force us to go we will go,” Yonus says. “But without our rights [in Myanmar] they’ll kill us over there.”
30-year-old Shafika Khatun, says she won’t go back to Myanmar unless the country grants citizenship to the Rohingya. “Without justice we will never go back,” says Khatun. “We need our rights and our citizenship in Myanmar. Now if we go back they’ll kill us.”
In the camp, there are toilets and outhouses, & the @WFP is distributing rations. But the bamboo shelters have been erected on hillsides that are basically just sand, and there are fears that when monsoon season starts the camp will turn into a mud pit.
Still, the refugees who spoke to NPR said they feel safer in Bangladesh than in Myanmar. “We want our land, we want our houses, we want our rights,” says Khatun.
Read the full story here
©Abbas Attar’, 2005, Self-portrait, near Chittagong, Bangladesh
I’m leaving for a road trip to Eastern Europe next week, going to Romania (Danube Delta), Bulgaria, Moldova, Ukraine, Greece, Macedonia, Bosnia a.o.
I haven’t done a road trip like that for too long now, the last time was in 2014, so I can’t wait & look forward to all the things I’m going to experience, all the people I will meet, all the places I will see & all the memories I will take back home!
See you soon!
All the best, Burnéd
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2019.04.29 Nayabad #Mosque - a wonderful sample of great #Mughal #architecture in #Bangladesh.
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Built in 1793 it was created by the Muslim architects who came from the West (Persia is the assumption). These workers who built the famous Hindu temple Kantojir Mondir (aka Kantajew Temple) settled in a near by village and built this beautiful mosques for their daily prayers.
In addition to three domes with octagonal towers at the four corners and the three arched doors that welcome visitors inside the mosque, there are two arched windows on each of the north and south sides of the mosque. These windows being in cool summer breeze and natural light into the room.
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#history #travel #architecturephotography #architecturelovers #architecture_hunter #mosque #travelblogger #travelphotography #islamicarchitecture #travelphotography #travelphoto #landmark #historical #dinajpur #photographersofbangladesh #beautifulbangladesh #bangladeshinpositivelight #islam #design #persian #wanderlust #empire #mughalarchitecture #bnw #bnwphotography #bnw_society #bnw_shotz (at Dinajpur, Rājshāhi, Bangladesh)
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2019.04.29 Nayabad #Mosque - a wonderful sample of great #Mughal #architecture in #Bangladesh.
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(Built in 1793 it was created by the Muslim architects who came from the West (Persia is the assumption) to build the famous Hindu temple Kantojir Mondir (aka Kantajew Temple).
There are three domes with octagonal towers at the four corners. Three arched doors welcome visitors inside the mosque.) #
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#history #travel #architecturephotography #architecturelovers #architecture_hunter #mosque #travelblogger #travelphotography #islamicarchitecture #travelphotography #travelphoto #landmark #historical #dinajpur #photographersofbangladesh #beautifulbangladesh #bangladeshinpositivelight #islam #design #persian #wanderlust #empire #mughalarchitecture #bnw #bnwphotography #bnw_society #bnw_shotz (at Dinajpur, Rājshāhi, Bangladesh)
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2019.04.29 Nayabad #Mosque - a wonderful sample of great #Mughal #architecture in #Bangladesh.
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Created by the Muslim architects who came from the West (Persia is the assumption) to build the nearby famous Hindu temple Kantojir Mondir (aka Kantajew Temple) this mosque was completed in 1793 by those workers.
There are three arched doors (the middle one seen here) which welcome the visitors inside the mosque. Rectangular #terracotta plaques beautifully decorate the outside mosque walls.
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#history #travel #architecturephotography #architecturelovers #architecture_hunter #mosque #travelblogger #travelphotography #islamicarchitecture #travelphotography #travelphoto #landmark #historical #dinajpur #photographersofbangladesh #beautifulbangladesh #bangladeshinpositivelight #islam #design #persian #wanderlust #empire #mughalarchitecture #shotoniphone #bnw #bnwphotography #bnw_society #bnw_shotz (at Dinajpur, Rājshāhi, Bangladesh)
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2019.04.20 Childhood © 2019 daraus_m #portrait #bnwphotography #bnw #bnw_captures #bnw_life #bnwmood #bnw_planet #bnw_greatshots #mono #bnw_demand #child #bw #monochrome #closeup #photographersofbangladesh #beautifulbangladesh #bangladeshinpositivelight #bangladesh #traveling #streetphotography #travelphoto #wanderlust #streetphoto #jj_bangladesh #thakurgaon (at Thakurgaon ‘ঠাকুরগাও’)
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2019.04.27 IN RESPONSE © 2019 daraus_m
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2019.04.23 IN RESPONSE © 2019 daraus_m
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A Bangladeshi man cuts kashful, or a white grass plant, in Keraniganj, near Dhaka on September 7, 2013. (A.M. Ahad/AP)
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This was part of a series of illustrations I made for the cover of my series of handmade sketchbooks. I still have some left but my etsy is currently closed cus of whats going on in the world :(
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She came home with a souvenir…
I drew this and inked it by hand with a brush, the color was added later. I’ll add more to this soon :)
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This illustration was also done by me :) ..eventhough it looks different from the last 2 I posted…not sure if i’ll settle on one style..
The original was inked by hand in my sketchbook and then colored it in photoshop.
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An old, but good interview with Emma Watson on the importance of fair trade while she was in Bangladesh a few years ago.
A sceencap of a fact sheet I made for my Environment & Society class that’s all about sustainable and fair trade fashion. Thought it was a bit timely to share since we discussed the Bangladesh factory collapse in class today and I was the only one who raised their hand when the professor asked if anyone had read about it. Its absolutely heartbreaking that over 700 people have died so far, the largest of its kind ever in the garment industry. Such working conditions are a environmental and human rights violation and its time to make changes that will benefit garment workers rather then just business owners.
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