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Bachcha Jail: Walls Outside, Cages Within

We often imagine bachcha jail as walls and gates. But what if the deepest confinement is the one a child carries within, long after release?
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A man and a woman sit on a green floor mat in a community office setting while reviewing documents together. The man, holding a phone and pen, appears to be filling out a form placed on the floor, while the woman wearing a patterned niqab sits across from him with a bag beside her. Posters about rights and social justice are visible on the wall behind them.

Narratives of Justice: A Journey Through Listening, Trust and Legal Aid

Mirpur-13 is one of Dhaka’s densest neighbourhoods, home to thousands of women who work in the garment factories that drive Bangladesh’s economy. It is also where, over the past two years, iProbono and Karmojibi Nari (KN), meaning Working Women, have
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The Path That Carved My Place in Law

When it came to choosing my further studies, I was very confused. At first, I thought about becoming a fashion designer or an air hostess. But my father told me, “This won’t work, my dear,” because one of my cousins
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The Day I Became a Lawyer

Before I can describe the day that I became a lawyer, I, perhaps unusually, must present my case as to why I can be considered a lawyer at all. I have no official qualification to my name which would allow
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The Day That Changed Me

Birthdays are often marked by celebrations, gifts, and laughter, but the day I turned twenty-six, I decided to celebrate my birthday by spending the day at a children’s orphanage. That decision, though simple, changed me in ways I had
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The Day I Became a Lawyer

On the wall above my study table, there used to be a row of sticky notes carrying my little dreams. Among them, one note stood out written in my simple handwriting when I was in class six: “Advocate Pushpa Neupane
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