By Divya Balan Picture: Courtesy of the author

By Charles Senessie Image: The AEMRN logo.

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By Aida Ibričević Picture: In 2018, i-platform organised the (H)AJMO! event series in Bern and Zurich, Switzerland. Source: i-dijaspora/i-platform. ‘i’ is a connector

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By Aratrika Ganguly

By Ali Ahmad Safi Picture: The Medical Committee Afghanistan-Netherlands team. Source: MCAN.

My happiest childhood memories are set in a little village called Belua by the Jhinai river, in northern Bangladesh. Back in the 80s it had no electricity, which made it magical through my childlike eyes. We would arrive after a long trip from Dhaka using a bus, a rickshaw, then a boat, in the dark...my Uncle would call out to us across the river as we approached the village shores, and the…

For the first 7-8 years of my life, born and brought up in cosmopolitan Bombay, my milieu was hardcore Bangali – Bangla gaan (Bengali songs), kobita (poems), Robindra Shongeet, Bangla porikha, (bangla exams), borno porichoy, shohoj path (school textbooks in Bangla) etc. I was fortunate to have studied in a school in Bombay where our third language was Bengali. My summer vacations were spent…

Who would’ve guessed, They think I’m possessed. From the ward, I got released, For them now to call a priest. What’s wrong with me? East is east, And West is west. But there’s nothing cultural about it. I’m just depressed. But once again, Who would’ve guessed. They think I’m possessed. I was just a little stressed, How did I get in this mess. West is west, And east is east. I have an illness.…