The Star | The Daily Star
Publish: March 22, 2013
COVER STORY

AN UNHAPPY HOMECOMING

Every year Bangladesh exports millions of unskilled labour at a cheap rate, and their remittance increasingly is becoming an important contribution to the economy. In 2012, remittance alone amounted to $14.1 billion, which is more than 10 percent of the country’s gross domestic product (GDP). While many have been able to send enough money home to make life better for family members, there are others who have failed to make it abroad. When these migrants return after a few years, they are met with a new challenge – reintegration into the Bangladeshi society. Often, they come back ill, with empty pockets or suffering from trauma. As failed migration is still a social taboo, they struggle on their own. The Star met with many such migrant workers, spoke with grassroot level activists and international organisations. They all emphasise on the urgent need for reintegration support.

When Mamun came back after nine years of illegal work in Manchester, UK, his body went on a strike. He had a high fever which refused to go away, and he had to be hospitalised. The doctors could not find

Periscope

The General and His Labyrinth

Former dictator Gen (rtd) HM Ershad is in a strange dilemma now. He is ready to leave the Awami League-led Mohajote government, so is the entire presidium of his party, yet Ershad is afraid of making the move. The former

Lifestyle

20 Ways to Make Someone Smile

Do you want to put a smile on someone’s face today? Maybe make their day a little better. It won’t cost you a single penny or much time to do just that. And because smiling is contagious, it probably won’t

The People Speak

I was happy to see that the Star devoted a whole cover story on how hartals affect the ordinary citizen. We have gone past the stage when hartal can be considered an acceptable form of protest. When the means of

Star Diary

Deceiving Appearances A few weeks ago, my parents let me know that they had found the perfect woman for me to marry. They have been pestering me about marriage for quite a while, so to avoid arguments I agreed to

Cartoon Strip

The Conspiracy

Postscript

INDEPENDENCE DAY

Rabeya Begum is now 42-years-old. She knows this because her mother had told her that she had been only 40 days old when the country was freed and victory was announced. “It was sheetkal I think when I was born”

Perspective

THE DEVIL IN YOU

“In time we hate that which we often fear.”                                            — William Shakespeare For as long as the human race has existed, there have been events of senseless violence and incomprehensible acts of cruelty we never like to imagine ourselves

Profile

Lines of Dissent

Shishir Bhattacharjee's fourth solo exhibition 'Daag- Tamasha' at Dhaka Art Centre once again presents the anomalies of the society in thick bold lines

The shocking figures against the white backdrop do not give your eyes a rest. They are spread all over the canvas — one embedded into another or transforming into something else or just severed parts of a body.  From a

Chintito

Fools Dare where Angels Fear to Tread

Who dare call us nastik? Their hearts are made of plastic Nastik-astik never decided by a mere mortal Nor by any rhetoric or by 48-hour hartal Who dare call us nastik? Such remarks are so caustic There are hijabis chanting

Perceptions

Domestic Divide

Even a few decades ago the white population of American South used to depend on African American domestic workers for household support. There was a film in 2011 “The Help” on the subject that drew rave reviews and Victoria Spencer,

A MIGRATION STORY

End of a Dream

The police handcuffed Moja Majhi and hustled him into a waiting police van.  A crowd of over a hundred people looked on in disbelief. “He is an innocent man, Moja Majhi has not done it,” shouted someone from the crowd.

BOKHARA 3

PEACOCKS AND PALACES

As soon as we step through the gate we notice them. The strutting birds. Symbols of majesty, regal beauty, grace and arrogance. A Palace such as this summer residence of the erstwhile Emirs of Bokhara, which we are here to

In Retrospect

Home is Where the Heart is

With Independence Day around the corner, the Star looks at stories of Bangladeshis and others who did their part for the Liberation War while abroad in 1971

No matter how far away a person is from their home, it is never far from their heart. Bangladeshis have proven this repeatedly, including this year. Non-resident Bangladeshis working and studying abroad conveyed their solidarity with thousands of protesters of

WHAT AWAITS THEM?
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WHAT AWAITS THEM?

Voicebox

“There may be more loss of lives. We might face more losses, but we’ll have to take to the streets to save the country and its people.” KHALEDA ZIA Bangladesh Nationalist Party (BNP)chairman and leader of the opposition about the

Special Feature

AS GOOD AS IT GETS

Exactly at 7 am, just as the big dong-like bell clangs, Shanto’s morning starts off with a glass of warm milk. Then, with some light exercise and singing of the national anthem the adorable four-year-old begins his day at the

Current Affairs

Out of Touch

As one strike after the other is crippling the country, the government, it seems, is a little out of touch with the ground reality

Principal Mozammel Haque Sarker, chairman of Kazipur Upazila Parishad of Sirajganj, believes that the government, in its final year of office, will not be able to take the necessary steps to keep the political situation under control. In his analysis,

Politics

“Let’s talk about it”

With the onset of violence and other dreadful manifestations of confrontational politics, people are becoming more and more anxious about their wellbeing and the nation’s welfare for the last few weeks. The businesspeople’s anguish over incessant hartals has never been

Impressions

Norwegian Light

Besides, a journey cannot be a journey without a beginning…. I remember ice. It was a winter’s night we walked across the car park of Oslo’s old Fornebu Airport, when I was eighteen.  Oslo had a light as I’d never