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A Bangladeshi comedian made it to Netflix. I was proud. I didn't laugh. Then I started to wonder whose fault that was.

Oasis were very good. I tried. I just don't get the rest.

My wife says I'm her Abu Bakr. She means it as the highest compliment. I'm taking it as an insult.

A Canadian moves to Dhaka, discovers it has buildings, and collects 1.4 million likes. I'm Canadian too. Nobody lines up for my chicken fingers.

A friend's exclusive faith claim, and the leap from personal certainty to a verdict on everyone else's.

On being a Bangladesh cricket fan, and the one kind of joy you only get to feel once.

A sunset, a plate of biriyani, and the strange math of returning to a place you used to know.

Thirty-six years, one country that was never mine, and a habit I can't seem to break.

How a beautiful film started something ugly, and what changed between one cassette and one scroll.

For a South Asian kid in 90s England, one fast bowler turned a slow game into a religion.