Taslima Nasrin

(25 August 1962 - / Mymensingh / Bangladesh)

Taslima Nasrin
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Taslima Nasrin (Bengali: তসলিমা নাসরিন, Arabic: تسليمة نسرین‎, Hindi: तसलीमा नसरीन, Toslima Nasrin) is a Bangladeshi author and former physician who has been living in exile since 1994. From a modest literary profile in the late 1980s, she rose to global fame by the end of the 20th century owing to her feminist views and her criticism of Islam in particular and of religion in general.

Since fleeing Bangladesh in 1994 she has lived in many countries, and currently (June 2011) lives in New Delhi. She works to build support for secular humanism, freedom of thought, equality for women, and human rights by publishing, lecturing, and campaigning. Her name, Taslima Nasrin, is also ... more »

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  • Rookie Ash Shaheen (7/21/2013 5:16:00 PM)

    She may be a hardcore feminist associated with some of the most contentious social issues but to credit her as an intellectual with literary skill is just a load of rubbish! She is just a below medio core writer. She is simply an opportunistic person enjoying a luxurious life in Europe - using the sentiment of some over enthusiastic feminists as well as some pseudo liberals who have been dreaming of having romance with women from Indian sub-continent! So annoyed to see her name here!

  • Rookie Nasreen Banu (5/17/2013 6:11:00 AM)

    I want to meet Taslima, let me know the way

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Happy Marriage

My life, like a sandbar,
has been taken over by a monster of a man
who wants my body under his control
so that, if he wishes,
he can spit in my face,
slap me on the cheek,
pinch my rear;
so that, if he wishes,
he can rob me of the clothes,
take my naked beauty in his grip;
so that, if he wishes.
he can chain my feet,
with no qualms whatsoever whip me,
chop off my hands, my fingers,
sprinkle salt in the open wound,
throw ground-up black pepper in my eyes,
with a dagger can slash my thigh,
can string me up and hang me.

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