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WOMEN'S RIGHTS IN BANGLADESH

JUST A LITTLE LOVE FOR WOMEN, SOMETHING I WROTE FOR UNYSAB. I don't hate men (disclaimer!), I just like the fictional kind more.

Dihaan

3/7/20241 min read

Women’s rights in Bangladesh.

How often has that term appeared in newspapers and in outspoken mouths? How many protests have occurred on the packed streets of Dhaka and elsewhere, only to be disregarded by the authorities yet again? And just how many women have suffered silently for decades, their stories never to be heard?

Being a woman in Bangladesh is both a curse and a blessing. We always shy away from public transport in fear of men’s inappropriate behavior. We never exit the house after 7 pm. We cover up every bit of skin we possess just not to be stared at.

Yes, we know it’s not all men. But it’s always men.

My attitude might come off as incessantly feminist. Although the word ‘male’ is a part of the word ‘female’; and the word ‘man’ is a part of ‘woman’; no one truly recognizes the presence of pure femininity. There is something so unadultered, so ethereal about femininity that millions of artists and authors have portrayed women as angels and saints, as figures worth worshipping.

So what are women if not for figures of beauty and kindness? Us brown women, we glow in the golden hours. Who dare defile our pure empyrean existence with vileness?