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Banglar Musalman
The book details the unsaid stories of the Bangla speaking Muslims of West Bengal. It also bares the poisonous religio-political threads with which this community is ensnared.
Marginalized
The papers compiled in this volume embrace all the nuances of the marginalization from theoretical aspects to linguistic, political, economical, gendered, cultural, societal, and daily living experiences.
Mis/Fit Parents
Misfit or bad parents abound in Faulkner. By applying the theory of parenting to Faulkner’s fictional parents, I attempt to unearth some crucial familial and social issues in Faulkner.
Price
Banglar Musalman
Available on Amazon-
Hardcover: 251 pages
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Publisher: Sopan
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Language: Bengali
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ASIN: B07CKXKD6D
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Mis/Fit Parents
Available on Amazon-
Hardcover: 168 pages
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Publisher: Authorspress
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Language: English
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ISBN-10: 9352071409
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ISBN-13: 978-9352071401
Excerpt from :
“A Country Storyteller”
While serving tea the old man asserted with animation, “I can tell you thousand tales. But this is not the place. Come with me one night by the riverside, I tell you all.”
“Which river?”
“Oh…no, I mean a sacred place, a calm and quiet place, a broad forest path, a river bed, a tipsy cottage amid the thickets, a barren field, an abandoned hut, a mango grove, a mud path canopied by clusters of stars, a marsh where frogs croak day and night, and fireflies dance . A place I need where the birds sing and fling, and monkeys chatter, but men not crawl. In such a pure place I tell tales, and you will be my sole listener. And my son, promise me not to interrupt. I tell and you listen. If you agree, come in the coming full moon night, and I tell tales you never imagine hearing in life.”
Excerpt from :
“The Shadow of a Dark Cloud”
“My mother’s belly was swollen all the years. We had many brothers and sisters, most of them died after birth. Only four survived—me, my elder sister, younger brother, and younger sister who was born after the marriage of my elder sister. I was then eight or nine years old. It was 1970, and Bangladesh was not born yet. News of fierce fighting gory communal clashes, riots, loots, rapes, arsons, deaths terribly shook us every single minute. It wasn’t that Muslims killing Hindus, Muslims killing Muslims also. The poor killing the rich, the Razakars killing the Mukti Bahinis, and vice versa. Men fled from homes, and women and children stayed at the mercy of the Razakars who raped women, and slit the children if they cried.”
