Khaleda Zia and the enduring paradox of Bangladeshi politics-I
THERE are storms you sail into. And there are storms you spend a lifetime watching from the shore — knowing full well that the sea doesn’t care whether you’re a sailor or a spectator. I chose the Navy in 1986, not because I was drawn to the romance of ships or the poetry of the horizon, but because I needed order. Discipline. A world where loyalty was not a transaction...