My experience with Racism

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partition of India image from wikipedia

Our 2020 was a year when racism reigned supreme from the higher to the lower group of people. This was an engaging topic.

Then came pandemic, the same thing happened. The group who were facing poverty were not given the same help as the rich.

I clearly recall an incident when we lived in New Delhi. I was five years old,I had two friends their name was Piki and Meera.

One day they came running to let me and my younger sister know; their older cousin was visiting them. Naturally I was excited, it was something new to me. I never saw any cousin of mine and often wondered if I have any.

I asked Mom she consoled me, ‘yes Ranu you have cousins too, they live far away.’

I kind of understood.

Suddenly I remembered I must see the cousin of Piki, and Meera. I ran to see the cousin. She was older than us, with a fair complexion, had a very friendly expression when she saw me and my sister.

This is how Piki introduced us, (era na mucholman in Bengali), ‘they are Muslims.’ I was too young to realize, somehow we were different, my facial expression changed, my face was red. I felt perhaps me being a Muslim was not good.’

The cousin was aware I was embarrassed. She was very angry. She said to her cousin, ( ‘bellick in Bengali) foolish, shameless, I do not want you to treat your friends this way.’

Though I was happy Piki’s cousin scolded her, the thought of they’re Muslims echoed in my mind for a while.

We had a lot of friends in the neighbourhood, some spoke Hindi, some Bengali. Their difference in language or religion never bothered me.

I remember we picked up some of the lingos of our friends, one of them was Myrie, it meant by God, or I promise.

One day I was having a serious argument with my brother and I said out loud, ‘Myrie bolchi,’ I promise.

Mom was somewhere close by, her immediate response was, ‘Ranu don’t speak like a Hindu.’

Then the partition of India was in full swing. One Sunday morning our neighbours said, ‘ You have to leave right now, they are killing Muslims.’

From New Delhi we arrived in Rawalpindi. Here I took admission in a Convent school. In this city they spoke Punjabi, though I understood a bit, I didn’t try to speak their language, I spoke Urdu.

Once again I saw the face of discrimination. Our Urdu teacher gave us homework which I completed but my cousin did not. The teacher was in a bad mood, she called my cousin and told him to sit, I guess she was in a sitting position, he was standing therefore her hand couldn’t reach his face. She slapped him hard, my cousin was sweating and his hair was oily, the combination infuriated her more, because the sweat and the oil covered her hand. She was in a rage, she yelled, ‘ghalis bungali moon may bhi tel laghata hai.'( filthy Bengali you put oil in your face too.)’

In this city we were Muslims as everyone else, but the difference was we were Bengalis. It did not matter we spoke fluent Urdu and had no accent. We were not from their neck of the woods therefore we can’t be friends.

Many moons passed I happened magically to be a resident of Gander, Newfie land. They have their own lifestyle, they speak English with a different accent. Here racism was at its peak, our language, religion, even our skin didn’t match theirs. I started feeling the pinch of racism. I did my own thing, i.e teaching. My husband practiced Medicine.

Now I’m living In the capital of the province. Since I stay away from politics, I’m fine.

Last and not the least is the 2020 US election, it has the taste of everything, right, wrong, truth, false. Historians will have a treat writing about it. They cannot make it spicier. It’s already too spicy to stomach it.

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Writing 101: Thing’s I’ve Learned

Today, let’s write a list. Write your own list on one of these topics:

1.Things I Like

2. Things I’ve Learned.

3. Things I Wish

I have chosen the topic:

Things I’ve Learned:

  1. Do not give Advice to a friend.
  2. Always agree with a friend, even if you know she is Wrong.
  3. Be patient with seasons, Winter is always followed by Spring, unless you live in St. John’s.
  4. Always keep your bottle filled with water, if you need to Discipline your kitty.
  5. Stay away from spicy food if you are allergic to “Cayenne.”
  6. If you want your Doctor’s secretary to ‘Smile’, give her gifts at Christmas time.
  7. Always ‘Smile’ when your guests arrive.
  8. Never say ‘No’ when your guests volunteer to do the dishes.
  9. When inviting friends to your birthday party at a restaurant, be ready to pay the ‘Bill.’
  10. Stay away from ,Religion,’ or ‘Politics,’ when you have company.
  11. The above is a list of things I’ve learned.
  12. I hope to get feedback from the participants, thank you for reading it. 🙂


DP Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist

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A hundred years from now, a major museum is running an exhibition on life and culture as it was during our current historic period. You’re asked to write an introduction for the show’s brochure. What will it say?

Culture and life in Bangladesh 21st century: Bangladesh is mostly ethnically homogeneous, 98.5% are of Bangladeshis are of the Bengali ethno-linguistic group. 98 % of Bangladeshis are fluent in standard Bengali or Bengali dialects as their first language.Charyapada.jpg (650×95)

Religion: Majority of Bangladeshis are Muslims and constitute 86% of the population, followed by Hindus 12%, those who practiced other religions are only 1%.

The culture of Bangladesh is composite and over the centuries has assimilated influences of Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism and Christianity.

It has manifested in various forms, including music, dance, drama , Arts and Crafts; folklore  and folktale; languages and literature; Philosophy and Religion, ; festivals and celebrations as well as distinct cuisine and culinary tradition.

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Festivals and dance styles of Bangladesh may be divided into three categories such as classical,folk and modern.Festival celebrations are Pohela baisakh, Independence Day, Eid-al Fitr, Eid-al- adha, Durga Puja and Language movement Day.

Eid Congregation



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Cuisine:Fish and Rice are the staple food of Bangladesh

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This is a preparation of rice for special occasions, normally Bengalis eat boiled rice with fish.



All the images are from Wikipedia.



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DP Daily Prompts: In Good Faith

Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality–or lack of–for the first time.

My mom gave me a book of prayers , she checked off two she said was very helpful when I was in any kind of danger. I memorized both of them and felt confident these two would protect me.

I once told my uncle about them, he smiled and said, “here is another one, this one is short and will come in handy when you are nervous and forget the long ones.”

I am equipped with my three prayers to help me when I need them.

Once I was traveling to Dhaka (Bangladesh) in the middle of the night by train, there were other passengers, I was traveling alone, suddenly I saw a weird looking man showing his face on the window, I was so terrified I started saying the three prayers one at a time, when the train stopped at a station, he was told to get off from the train by the conductor. I was relieved I wouldn’t have to see his face again.


DP Daily Prompts: The Eighth Sin

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For me the eighth sin is, “PREJUDICE”. It is a baseless and usually negative attitude toward members of a group.

When God created us I wonder if He thought that His creation will not get along because we are different. By this I mean not all of us speak the same language or practice the same religion or have the same skin color.

I remember I went to a store in a city where they will not speak to you if you spoke English, even though I was a customer and was there to spend my money and they were employed to make sure that the customers were treated with respect.

I was discriminated because I did not know their language, this is prejudice #1.

Then there is the issue of religion, what difference does it make if my religion is not the same. If I practice a certain religion, I am considered a terrorist, therefore they will have nothing to do with me.

Number 3 is color of my skin, why should it be an issue, but it is, there are known facts where if your skin color is different from the natives they wont rent their house or apartment.

I think eighth sin , “Prejudice”, is just as evil as the other seven sins!


DP Daily Prompt: Back of the Queue

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Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting( an activity, hobby, or anything else, really? Tell us about it — and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it.

Lately I am thinking of writing a book, this is not something I’ve always wanted to do, but am thinking about it since last year. I’m not sure what I can write about. I have often thought about writing about the kids I taught.

My best experience came from teaching, I always loved kids they were a joy to teach, to talk with, I watched them grow into lovely human beings, they are so innocent,so outspoken,  when they think  someone is not being fair.

I remember about an incident I was teaching them religion, there was a story of the natives who allowed the visitors to take as much land as they want by walking, the visitors misused it by running as far as they could to claim the land.Immediately every single hand shot up in disapproval, they said, “But miss that’s cheating they were not permitted to do that”.

I thought about their reaction and felt God bless them, if our heads of states could be as fair as these kids, they would think twice before they took away territories from innocent nations. Wars in the name of peace would not have taken place.

Whenever I think of writing ,the faces of my kids I taught comes to my mind, and I tell myself they deserve to be written about.


Nazrul song dedicated to Tagore on his death posted and translated by Ranu

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Kazi Nazrul Islam, the revolutionary Bengali Muslim who is now the National Poet of Bangladesh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam dedicated this song on Tagore’s death.

Let the exhausted (Robi) Tagore sleep.

Do not wake him up ,

by calling him

One who provided the light,

all his life,

let him sleep.

Do not wake him up.

Do not make him cry,

by crying .

Let the exhausted Robi sleep.

Let him sleep.

DP Daily Prompt: In Good Faith Post by Ranu

My daughter applied for a scholarship. She was concerned.She did not think she will get it. I promised her I will pray for her.

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English: Faithful praying towards Makkah; Umayyad Mosque, Damascus. Português: Damasco (Síria) – Homens voltados para a Cidade de Meca se reúnem para rezar, na hora do almoço, na Mesquita Umayyad, a mais importante da Síria. (Foto Antonio Milena/ABr – hor – 08) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I prayed for ten days and asked God for help.Months went by,my daughter lost hope. I told her she will get it, because I prayed for her. The announcements of the recipients were supposed to come out in the month of February. I was firm I knew she will get it.Instead of February the announcements of the recipients came four months late. My faith did not diminish,I knew my daughter will get the scholarship and she did. Faith,religion and spirituality was in full force.These three have to be there I believe to get one’s wish granted. If one doesn’t have faith,success will not happen.