On the 14th anniversary of the death of Yasser Arafat
Just before his death
This is not an essay about Yasser Arafat. The great man is sick, and he's being treated in Paris. It is a sad and frightening occasion for us. And yet this essay is not about Yasser Arafat. It is about us -- here in Bangladesh. Yet not about all of us, but about a fraction of the people of Bangladesh -- the so-called educated and the so-called intellectuals.