It was Eid-ul-ad´ha, or the otherwise known feast of sacrifice, the second most important date in the Islamic calendar, and I had just met Mukitur.1
It was Eid-ul-ad´ha, or the otherwise known feast of sacrifice, the second most important date in the Islamic calendar, and I had just met Mukitur.1 We went, together with other common acquaintances, to Zakirs’ house and, as is frequent during such festive occasions, he welcomed us with several sweets (mishti) and tea (cha). Everybody sat around the table when our host surprised us with chotpoti, a very popular street food in several parts of Bangladesh, with chick peas, boiled egg, onions, chilies, spices and tamarind sauce. In spite of being in a hurry, everyone was so surprised....
সাবস্ক্রাইব করুন বা কিনুন
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