Muhammed Zafar Iqbal (Bengali: 唳唳灌Ξ唰嵿Ξ唳� 唳溹唳Π 唳囙唳唳�) is one of the most famous Bangladeshi author of Science-Fiction and Children's Literature ever to grace the Bengali literary community since the country's independence in 1971. He is a professor of Computer Science & Engineering at Shahjalal University of Science and Technology (SUST). Before that, Iqbal worked as a research scientist in Bell Communication Research for six years until 1994.
Birth and Family Background: Iqbal was born on 23 December 1952 in Sylhet. His father, Foyzur Rahman Ahmed, was a police officer. In his childhood, he traveled various part of Bangladesh, because of his father's transferring job. Zafar Iqbal was encouraged by his father for writing at an early life. He wrote his first science fiction work at the age of seven. On 5 May 1971, during the liberation war of Bangladesh, the Pakistan's invading army captured his father and killed him brutally in the bank of a river.
Education: Iqbal passed SSC exam from Bogra Zilla School in 1968 and HSC exam from Dhaka College in 1970. He earned his BSc in Physics from Dhaka University in 1976. In the same year Iqbal went to University of Washington to obtain his PhD and earned the degree in 1982.
Personal Life: Iqbal married Dr. Yasmeen Haque in 1978. Yasmeen is the Dean of the Life Science Department, Head of the Physics Department, Provost of the Shohid Janoni Jahanara Imam Hall and a researcher at SUST. They have two children - son Nabil and daughter Yeshim. Yeshim translated the book Amar Bondhu Rashed (Rashed, My Friend) written by her father. Iqbal's elder brother, Humayun Ahmed, was the most popular author and film-maker of Bangladesh since its independence. Humayun died after a nine-month struggle against colorectal cancer on the 19 July 2012. His younger brother, Ahsan Habib, is the editor of the satirical magazine, Unmad and one of the most reknowned cartoonist of Bangladesh.
Academic Career: After obtaining PhD degree, Iqbal worked as a post-doctoral researcher at California Institute of Technology (CalTech) from 1983 to 1988. He then joined Bell Communications Research (Bellcore), a separate corporation from the Bell Labs (now Telcordia Technologies), as a Research Scientist. He left the institute in 1994 and joined the faculty of the Department of CSE of SUST.
Literary career: Iqbal started writing stories from a very early age. Iqbal wrote his first short story at the age of seven. While studying in the Dhaka University Iqbal's story Copotronic Bhalobasa was published in a local magazine. But, a number of readers at that time felt that the story was based on a foreign story. To answer this allegation, he later rewrote the story and published the story in collection of stories named Copotronic Sukh Dukkho. Since then he is the most popular writer both in Bengali Science-Fiction and in Juvenile Leterature of the country.
Other Activities and Awards: Zafar Iqbal won the Bangla Academy Award, the highest award in literature in Bangladesh, in 2004. Iqbal also played a leading role in founding Bangladesh Mathematical Olympiad. In 2011 he won Rotary SEED Award for his contribution in field of education.
I read two horrors by the author ages ago. And I'm now confused about which is which. There's no description of the book on 欧宝娱乐 either. I liked the one where a mother wanted to sacrifice her child on an alter for the devil. It gave me all the emotions that a horror should give. That one (this one if it's that one) even made me feel for the mother in the end. If it's that book, then it's a good read. If it's not the one I'm thinking correct me.
I took it to be a 'real' horror story but it appeared as an 'allegory', where the author depicts the bad influence that foreign culture is having on our people, with well chosen words and a cover of so-called horror story.
How can I be so sure? How can I say that I haven't misinterpreted the actual message the author was trying to convey through a foggy veil? Well, the story starts with a guy who wants to get settled down abroad someday, which is his definition of being established. But he goes through the worst experience of his life when he gets attacked by his own native people, some who learned black art in western countries, and a painter who gained success in abroad and then later came back to country to abuse the inferior people. If I'm not mistaken, all these DO mean what I said earlier.
When we read a story, we believe it to be one that entertains us-at least that's what I've learned for so many years that I'm reading. But while reading this story I felt like the author was lamenting the fact that people of this country are biased towards the west, and that they are fascinated about everything they show or do. A deep hatred was reflected throughout the story.
I don't want to drag on the author's perception or values and beliefs anymore. Now lets come to the plot. The title of the story was good. But the first two chapters did not match it. Then after that, the rest of the story didn't match the first two chapters. The writing was neat, just smears of sloppiness here and there. It could be more coherent to the theme if worked harder on.
I would be happy to read more of the author's writings if he simply decided to humor us rather than to try to change our opinions. That's all I have to say.
This book is flawed in so many ways but I weirdly enjoyed. The pacing is so jarring. The book jumps from one plot line to another so fast that you will get whiplash.
I was super intrigued with the black magic plot line but the author dropped it as soon as it came. Same thing happened with multiple plot lines.
Also subtlety isn't a thing here. Most of the things get spelled out for you in the last lines of some chapters. The writing seemed like it was written by a newbie author but zafar iqbal was pretty experienced at that point.
But I enjoyed the horror aspect of it. Rumi was a pretty good protagonist and his character arc was enjoyable even though it wasn't exactly smooth. I also liked the criticism of romanticizing foreign countries but I do wish it was more nuanced. Overall it is pretty entertaining if you're new to horror
Lekata aro bhalo hote parto kono onsher kahini detailing kora hoi ni khub tarahura kore lekha hoyeche.Devil worshipping er atanko theke mone hoi western desher atanko writer er beshi Ar painting nosto kore amar mone hoi Rumi bacchader moronta britha kore diyeche amar baparta bhalo laglo na