#bangladeshi

[suehprokram]

Bengali Muscle Woman

[doeeyeddyke]

Unemployed Muslim undergrad needs help with daily expenses.

Repost because the initial post lost traction but I'm still struggling.

I have no work but am currently the primary support for a family of 8. I am pulling from savings to barely cover bills, food, utility, gas, and assorted family expenses.

Any help including reblogs is appreciated.

ko-fi

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$49/$250

[yourdailyqueer]

Hochemin Islam

Gender: Transgender woman / Hijra

Sexuality: N/A

DOB: N/A

Ethnicity: Bangladeshi

Occupation: Nurse, activist, actress

Note: Bangladesh's first registered trans nurse

[noxxxx6669]

Bangladeshi big ass slut lying naked on her back

[not-your-asian-fantasy]

thebangladeshivoice / thehalalbengali

[khush-chronicles]

My own grandfather was a freedom fighter. But that is his achievement, in his lifetime. What right do I have to benefit from that? Even my dad wasn't born at that time.

My grandfather used to work as a police officer for a Nawab in a palace (which is now used as a museum) in Dhaka before the liberation war. My grandmother was the beloved handmaid of the wife of the Nawab. the 8 siblings of my mother were born and raised in the palace.

My grandfather was courageous. But he had 8 children and a wife. So during the massacre of 25th March, he left the city. My grandmother still says how she had to step over and on dead bodies, and walk to her village from the city all the way. How the river she had to cross through a boat was filled with fresh dead bodies, how vultures were eating the flesh by the morning of 26th March. She says that was the last she ever saw a vulture in her life. Vultures are nearly extinct in our country today. She is an 87-year-old woman, who often forgets her grandchildren's names. She can still clearly describe the horrors she saw.

After coming back, my grandfather started a grocery store. But his spirit to fight remained. He used to refuse any Pakistani who came across him. No service at all. He used to sell Milk tea with cream. Which my grandmother made at home. Pakistanis apparently loved the cream, but he always refused. He used to give shelter to the young freedom fighters in his home. Wrap them up in mats and make them stand beside cupboards so it'd look like it is just a rolled-up mat. My grandmother used to feed them like her own children, even though she was younger than a lot of them. Such were their spirits, such was their love, such was their will to serve.

The Pakistanis my grandfather used to turn away, came with military officers, beat him up in front of his own shop, thought he died, and threw his "body" in the river. His "body" was brought home to my grandmother, who didn't cry. She stood firm. My grandfather laughed, that supposed dead man laughed and said, "Fooled them".

This happened again. But he pretended to drown to save himself again. Then the man proceeded to drown 3 wooden boats full of military men in the same hour. He came back and went straight to the freedom fighter camp, collected weapons, and disappeared. Came back as a victor, a proud Bangladeshi, a warrior, a free man, and paralyzed.

He received a pension from his previous police job. But never collected the Freedom Fighter certificate. He didn't see any point in dragging his paralyzed body to a few villages away just for a piece of paper that said freedom fighter. He kept the rifle though. My grandmother now threatens people with it. Badass couple.

When asked, why he did not collect it, he used to say, "Are you free? Are you alive? Are your family members being killed? Am I alive? Are we looking at the green and red flags? Then we're liberated. We are fighters. Our freedom is our certificate."

Where is that freedom now, Nanu? Why are we dying again? Why is that piece of paper more important than our safety and lives? Are you watching from the sky? The sky was painted red yesterday, did you see? Do you know it is the blood of our brothers and sisters? The grandchildren you gave so much up for?

[femboy-abir]

[nashoe]

HI I FOUND A BANGLADESHI MARVEL SUPERHERO (Tara Varingo/Enigma)

I have no idea what sort of bd last name varingo is and apparently in the comic sylvia and wolverine “protected the people” (cough white saviour cough) and she seems pretty white washed but spoiled food is still food in times of desperation

[yourlovermumu]

so i was thinkingggg

should i do a bakugo and reader fanfic where its set in a desi setting? like indian, Pakistani, or bangladeshi setting.

and like the trope is slow burn and marriage of convenience. AND CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

basically bakugo and your parents happen to be in the same social circle and so basically you and bakugo often saw each other at several parties and events such as weddings and family gatherings.

you guys were particularly close but werent exactly strangers to each other. growing up you, bakugo, and izuku would run off somewhere alone to play around at these events. but as you all grew older you both stopped showing up to these events as often. well...mostly bakugo. you and izuku would show up to these family events and such with your parents quite alot more then bakugo would.

you and bakugo stopped seeing each other as often eventually and drifted apart. the friendship and joy you two shared together as kids are now distant memories. especially with bakugo moving to japan to chase his ambition.

but soon enough after your twentieth birthday you hear his coming back and his parents are arranging a friendly gathering with close family and friends and that they are back in their motherland. and of course, your family is also invited.

you dont think much of it, really. its such another one of those events and family gatherings you have grown customed to growing up where you did.

it isnt odd in the slightest to get invited someone's home in occasions such as this.

but what is odd is the way your dupatta gets stuck in his watch and suddenly your not looking at anyone but him. but its not like he is in any better condition then you. he is also frozen. just staring. staring at you.

your eyes are locked with his and suddenly you dont seem to remember why you looked behind your back. why? because you felt a tug on your dupatta? thats not what matters to you right now. because with the air getting knocked out of you with the way his so far but...feels so close. you can see all the features of his face so clearly. he has certainly grown much, much more handsome in the time you two were apart for the past 7 years.

but did his eyes always look at you like? no...not when you two were kids, no.

and that fact only makes you all the more aware that you two arent just two kids sneaking away from your parents to play in a abandoned room in the far corner where no one will bother you both.

his a man. and your a women.

a soft chuckle from him breaks you out of your trance. its a intoxicating sound. his voice is deep, you note.

''not gonna untangle your dupatta, chutki?'' theres that sexy smug smile on his lips when he says that.

you cant help but roll your eyes at the nickname. its the same exact one he called you ages ago. but thats when you didnt even know where babies come from.

if it werent for his handsome face, he best bet you'd slap his face one way or another. just like old times.

but that lighthearted air that surrounded you both is now far gone with you sitting across from him. your parents at your side and his mother and father right by his.

the air is filled with grim air that only you and bakugo can sense. your parents seem to be in their little world.

their beating around the bush is obvious enough. you can already tell what this is about. and so can bakugo.

and non of you know how to feel about it. but one thing is clear, your both not kin on the idea.

''you two have grown of age. its time for marriage isnt that right?'' your mother says with a friendly smile on her face. and you so wish you could just bury yourself into a hole right then and there. sure you knew it would happen. your parents have been quite open about getting you married, saying its high time you give them a grandchild before they bite the dust. because apparently your elder sister and brother wouldnt. your brother is too focused with his multimillionaire company while your sister claims her job as a lawyer is much too demanding to spare time for marriage of all things. so now the pressure of marriage is upon you. but him? bakugo of all people? why?

you and bakugo both eye each other at your mother's words. surely...she cant be..?

''we think you two should get married. you two are a good match for each other.''

and all hell breaks loose. thats the sentence you were anticipating. bakugo is the first to express his disapproval.

''hell no! old hag are ya outta your mind?'' he shouts.

''you have to get married eventually. isnt it better to marry someone who your familiar with rather then a stranger? maybe there would have been more options open if only you didnt chase off girls by the mere sight of you, boy!'' his mother voiced. the volume of her words matching her voice.

bakugo grumbles at his mother's words, shooting her a glare.

you wanna escape. of course you do. because hell no were you gonna marry bakugo katsuki. no offense but that guy is NOT capable of being a good husband. you'd rather marry a beggar on the street then him. but its not like you can say that outright with several eyes on you.

''....abba, mami, is this...necessary?'' you gave both your parents an uncertain look. definitely trying to some how talk them out of this conversation and just go home. you cant bear to sit here and listen to this any longer.

''well...its already settled.''

you frown.

''what?''

''its settled. its not like you two would ever get married on your own record to begin with. so...your father and i as well as katsuki's parents decided that we set it up before you to can back out.''

what was to come now in your future married life?

(just a little thought lmfao lemme know if yall want me to write it <3)

[structuredchaoticmelancholy]

Post wedding dancing.

[angelopium]

the motherland

[photos are not mine] 1. before it rains in dhaka / 2. unknown bookstore / 3. rose view hotel in dhaka / 4. university of dhaka / 5. bangladeshi flag, location unknown / 6. clay and home decor store, location unknown / 7. midday dhaka / 8. burigana river at night / 9. sylhet

[mymusicbias]

[doeeyeddyke]

Help unemployed undergrad with daily expenses.

I'm pulling from cash and bank savings to barely cover bills, food, utility, and assorted family expenses but as a result can't afford personal expenses like food, travel, medical costs.

It would be a major help if I could get $250 or so covered within the next month.

Any help including reblogs is appreciated.

ko-fi

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[yourdailyqueer]

Nazrul Islam Ritu

Gender: Transgender woman / Hijra

Sexuality: N/A

DOB: 15 June 1979

Ethnicity: Bangladeshi

Occupation: Activist, politician (Independent)

Note: She is the first hijra (third gender) elected union parishad chairperson in Bangladesh

[noxxxx6669]

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[not-your-asian-fantasy]

The Juggernaut

Bangladesh has finally taken action in response to weeks of protests, but citizens still await justice.

At least 139 people have died since protests broke out on July 1. Last month, Bangladesh’s courts brought back controversial government job quotas, which the country had abolished in 2018. These quotas reserved 30% of public sector jobs for relatives of 1971 Bangladesh Liberation War veterans. At the same time, youth unemployment in Bangladesh tripled from 5.6% in 1991 to 15.7% in 2023.

On Sunday, Bangladesh’s Supreme Court reduced quotas from 56% to 7% of government jobs. Quotas for kin of 1971 War veterans went from 30% to 5% and for ethnic minorities went from 5% to 1%. The court abolished quotas for women and those from certain districts but kept the 1% for those with disabilities.

Quotas for government jobs are not uncommon in South Asia. In 2022, India increased reservations to 59.5% in central institutions.

Bangladesh deployed police and paramilitary forces as well as the antiterrorism Rapid Action Battalion, and slowed internet services and shut educational institutions. Hundreds have suffered injuries. Over the weekend, Bangladesh declared a curfew and police granted military officers orders to “shoot on site.”

“I am hoping normalcy will return after today’s ruling and people with ulterior motives will stop instigating people,” Abu Mohammad Amin Uddin, Bangladesh’s Attorney General, told Reuters. When issuing the verdict, the Supreme Court urged students to resume classes. “As the demands of students are met, they should stop the protests,” Uddin told the NY Times.

But student organizers say the fight isn’t over. “Now we want justice for the lives lost of our brothers. The prime minister has to apologize and those who are guilty have to be tried,” Mahfuzul Hasan, a protest coordinator, told The Guardian.