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Azmeri Haque
Azmeri Haque
@badhon__hq
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দৃশ্যমাধ্যম সমাজ সম্মিলন ২০২৫

কইলজ্যা কাঁপানো ৩৬ দিনঃ জুলুমের বিরুদ্ধে, মজলুমের পক্ষে

o ফ্যাসিবাদবিরোধী চলচ্চিত্র প্রদর্শনী
o আলোকচিত্র, পোস্টার প্রদর্শনী
o পথনাটক
o গান
o কবিতা
o আলোচনা সভা

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বেলা ১১টা – রাত ৮টা
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পোস্টারঃ রাজীব দত্ত
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Me and My Life with Fake Nails!

In my life, I’ve faced more problems than an average person could even imagine! But let me tell you about one of the funniest—and craziest—things that happened to me, all because of fake nails.

For a character I was playing, I had to get nail extensions. And they were long—like, really long. Now, fake nails come with their own set of everyday struggles, but nothing prepared me for this particular disaster.

One day, I went to an ATM to withdraw some cash. I inserted my card, typed in the PIN, and the machine started counting the money. Then it was time to take my card back. But guess what?

I couldn’t grab the card.
My long, glamorous fake nails literally wouldn’t let me touch the edge of the card to pull it out!

To make it even more dramatic, the ATM booth guard had gone out—to buy bananas, of all things! So there I was, helplessly watching my card get eaten by the machine.
And since it was Thursday, I couldn’t get the card back until three days later. What a mess!

But hey, that’s my life—full of chaos, full of drama.
The best part? My director was absolutely thrilled with how the nails looked on camera. So, it was totally worth it.

Moral of the story? Sometimes, you really do have to suffer for the best results.
And honestly, I’m loving every bit of it.
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I’m an emotional person by nature. Throughout my life, I’ve achieved a lot — and for that, I’m always grateful to Allah. But the greatest thing I’ve earned isn’t fame or success — it’s the ability to be free and honest. That is my real wealth.

There were many moments in life when I was offered opportunities that could’ve given me more power, more social acceptance, more stability. But I chose freedom. And once you truly taste freedom — not the kind people talk about lightly, but the kind you feel in your bones — you can never go back. As the quote goes:
“Once people who have been deprived of basic freedom taste a little of it, they want all of it.”
And I want all of it.

Maybe that’s why some people hate me. Maybe that’s what bothers them — not what I say or do, but the fact that I refuse to be tamed.

It hasn’t been an easy path. Far from it. But through all the chaos, one thing has grown inside me: if someone tries to break me, I become rigid — like concrete. I don’t know if that’s a strength or a flaw, but it’s something life taught me.

I carry a lot of trauma. I’ve lived through enough to know what PTSD feels like. And sometimes, the smallest thing can trigger it. That too is a part of me — an unwanted companion I never asked for, but one I’ve learned to live with.
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It’s a traumatizing image.
Watching someone killed like that—while others just stood there.
How is this even possible?
What kind of country are we living in?

People watched. And did nothing.
How terrifying is that?

I don’t even know what to say anymore.
Is anyone else feeling this?
Doesn’t it feel like we’re living in hell?

And the government? Silent. As always.
Where are they? Why don’t they speak? Why don’t they act?

How can someone become so cruel?
Am I safe in this country?
Am I even allowed to say what I truly feel?
Or will I be the next target—just for speaking the truth?
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My parents are deeply worried about my safety.
And my daughter—she only has me. I am her whole world.
But how do I protect her in a country like this?

What kind of place are we living in?
There is no safety. No peace of mind.
We hoped things would change.
We dreamed of a better, safer life.
A new government came. We believed. We waited.
But what we’re witnessing now is terrifying.

And if an elected government has no real vision, no courage to bring change—
then what’s the point?

I am scared. I am angry.
And more than anything, I am heartbroken.
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That image is haunting me.
How can someone become so cruel that he could kill a person like that?
And the worst part? Others were there. Watching. Doing nothing.
That moment keeps coming back to me. It’s unbearable.

What kind of society are we living in?
What kind of film industry do we have?
And what kind of audience cheers when a woman is burned alive on screen?

People clap for murderers.
They clap when violence is shown as heroism.
They celebrate criminals as if they’re role models.
And the real monsters?
They’re not hiding. They’re online—bullying, harassing, threatening—every single day.
They’re walking among us.

And we? We created them.
With our silence. With our tolerance.
By not speaking up. By not taking action.

This is a broken country.
We are surrounded by broken people.
And I’m tired.
I’m not even asking for justice anymore.
Because maybe it was always a myth.
And maybe it still is.
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We first connected through social media, as I wanted to reach out to my fellow comrades and spread the word. My journey in life has often been a lonely one. I’ve lost friends and well-wishers along the way—many couldn’t keep pace with my thoughts, my choices, or the direction I was heading. They drifted away, and I was left alone again.

But every time, somehow, new people appeared—like they were sent from the sky—holding my hand just when I needed it most. That’s a kind of magic I’ll always be grateful for. And she is one of those people.

During the release of my film, she supported me in a way I never expected. Without me even reaching out, she stepped in and made an incredible impact on the promotion—simply because she believed in me. I will never forget that. And I truly mean it.

I’ve always admired her work, and I’ve been a user of her products for years—but what she did for me during that time was beyond anything I imagined. It was pure generosity, and I’m forever thankful.

Gootipa - গুটিপা❤️
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I’m not a saint. I’m just a normal person like anyone else. And yes — there are people I don’t like at all. I may not even know them personally, but the feeling of dislike was so intense that sometimes, just seeing something about them made me feel physically sick.

But over time, I’ve learned how to deal with that. It wasn’t easy — not at all — but I had to do it for my own peace. I’ve learned to separate thoughts from reality. I’ve become more empathetic than I used to be. And now, even when I come across those who once disgusted me, I can scroll past them and feel… nothing. Just peace. And that feels like freedom.

There were times I was furious at people who couldn’t see the truth — who refused to accept reality. It made me so angry! But now I understand: they are blind by choice. And there’s nothing I can do to change that.

What I can do — and what I’ve been doing for the last six years — is work on myself. Be myself. Improve myself. And you know what? It’s working. Trust me — it’s really working.
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I’ve lived through many experiences and traumas that have shaped the person I am today. And I carry no regret, no shame, no bitterness for any of it. Over time, I’ve learned to let go of anger and frustration — and that has been one of the greatest gifts I’ve given myself. It brought me peace. I feel lighter now, freer. Happier.

It’s not that I’ve forgotten — I remember everything. But I’ve chosen to forgive and release. Every experience we go through teaches us something. Trust me, you will learn from it.

And one thing I’ve truly come to believe in is honesty. Once you experience how powerful honesty is — how grounding, how liberating — you never want to go back.

Keep learning. Keep unlearning the things that no longer serve you. We’re not saints — we all carry flaws. But the beauty is, we can evolve. We can reform. We can become better versions of ourselves, step by step.
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To whom it may concern —
To those who still believe in or justify that bloody massacre of July–August, I honestly feel sorry for you.
How blind must you be to not see the sheer brutality and violence that took place?

Yes, you can support someone. You can even admire someone.
But when that person crosses every line of humanity — how can you still stand behind them with your eyes shut?
What a shame.
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Worked with a director I’ve admired since her very first film.
Back then, I didn’t know her personally — but her work touched me deeply. Then came her second and third films, and I kept following her journey, silently sending her my positive brain-to-brain signals.

One day, I found her on Facebook and sent a friend request. She accepted, though we never spoke. During the release of her third film, she invited me to the premiere show. I felt so honored. I went, met her — and also met her lead actress , whom I deeply admire as well. Something clicked between us that night. Since then, whenever she’s in town, we hang out. We talk about life, work, dreams — always with mutual respect and quiet friendship.

I knew about her next project and loved the story. But I also knew there wasn’t really space for me in it.
Then, just before Eid-ul-Fitr, she called and offered me a small scene. I was going through a low phase, physically and emotionally, and that call lit something inside me. I went for the rehearsal. Then she gave me a few more scenes.

Yes, my role was small — but the satisfaction I felt being part of her vision and such a brilliant team was immense.
She gave me the respect I deserve as an artist — something I’ve only experienced with two other directors after Rehana: Rejwan Shahriar Sumit and Vishal Bhardwaj. It’s rare — not just here, but even abroad.

And the production team? A dream. True teamwork. Real leadership. Care for every single member of the crew. I felt seen. I felt valued.

Thank you, my dear friend, for letting me be even a small part of your incredible work.
This experience — like your cinema — will stay with me forever.
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