I'm in New York for two and a half decades, I have come to harleme limited times. Myanahatanera western part, Upper West Side against a ansajure this upasahara. The identity of the black people harlemera 'Ghetto' as well. Tom
ulaphera famous novel of banaphayara bhyanitisa, after which the film
by Brian De palama baniyechilena, the harlema and South brankasa -
that includes the downtown, the black people in New York, 'Ghetto', the
more ingrained in our threats. When changed, the city's map changed, but the head of the racist harlema we have to draw the image, it is quite badalayani. Harlemera samabarga the center of one of the last six in April, I stunned. Halabharti people, mostly black African - American.
I do not, but they all were black people. From now on, a hundred - hundred years ago, the quarter and the sailors from the district of West Bengal or any other profession people who come in here from, these their descendants. Seventy - the next group of Bengalis in America, made mainly settled in the neighborhood, their rise - sitting well within themselves. But I tell you one time, when Sylhet, Noakhali, Chittagong or Sandwip that where people can come out of the shelter. Philadelphia, Baltimore or New aralinsera samudrabandara janaranye have just waited. Finally, we have come a long way in New York City.Fifty or seventy years ago, America was a country divided into white and kaloya. Bengalis, black people, white people in this city will welcome them, the chances are very low. All black people in the shelter of other black people. It is very dokanadarite bhire, makes some of his own business. They have developed in concert with local kalodera makes a world of their own. Is love, is marriage. Now, after two or three generations, the survivors of the first one is the external Bengalis. Having lost their children, or until the next generation. He would not say exactly that - look, language, cultural atmaparicaye the inside of a sudden everything as difficult to find. They were then. I keep the father or grandfather of the image to hang in there puse, in all of his. But as anyone who has caught anyone yet. Balada conscience of the PIO and the author of a book bengali harlema with the uniforms that we introduce. We learned of the existence of the Bengalis of East and West Bengal to come to America from England in 1880, the hand-woven leather goods to sell. Particularly as they were. Some countries, particularly those in the back, but most remained. As well as many of the sailors 'jumping ship' had entered the janaranye.
I do not, but they all were black people. From now on, a hundred - hundred years ago, the quarter and the sailors from the district of West Bengal or any other profession people who come in here from, these their descendants. Seventy - the next group of Bengalis in America, made mainly settled in the neighborhood, their rise - sitting well within themselves. But I tell you one time, when Sylhet, Noakhali, Chittagong or Sandwip that where people can come out of the shelter. Philadelphia, Baltimore or New aralinsera samudrabandara janaranye have just waited. Finally, we have come a long way in New York City.Fifty or seventy years ago, America was a country divided into white and kaloya. Bengalis, black people, white people in this city will welcome them, the chances are very low. All black people in the shelter of other black people. It is very dokanadarite bhire, makes some of his own business. They have developed in concert with local kalodera makes a world of their own. Is love, is marriage. Now, after two or three generations, the survivors of the first one is the external Bengalis. Having lost their children, or until the next generation. He would not say exactly that - look, language, cultural atmaparicaye the inside of a sudden everything as difficult to find. They were then. I keep the father or grandfather of the image to hang in there puse, in all of his. But as anyone who has caught anyone yet. Balada conscience of the PIO and the author of a book bengali harlema with the uniforms that we introduce. We learned of the existence of the Bengalis of East and West Bengal to come to America from England in 1880, the hand-woven leather goods to sell. Particularly as they were. Some countries, particularly those in the back, but most remained. As well as many of the sailors 'jumping ship' had entered the janaranye.
Samabarga the center who, each in their different stories, but the twist tied to one place. The father said, other than to do something with your name on it. Markinakarana the name, but it is understood that after the emergence from. The last name of, or made do. The name has bananabheda, printing letters that is difficult to understand what the real name. Black man's neighborhood, with black people they lead all. Almost entirely cultural experience of African - Americans. Even dharmacareo. Carroll said his father said Ullah. I kept the name of the Almighty sakina hobby. South kyarolainaya the name of the movement was impossible. Carroll was introduced as a result of his Christian name. Proudly says, when changed, the name of his daughter, he has sakinai.
He came to America at the end of World War II irasada Ullah, Habib Ullah. The soldier, are the first restaurants in the country, after the owner of the restaurant. Harlemera the restaurants were customers of the local African - American, Hispanic black either. They do not know of any other banalike Habib Ullah. Eid banquet in their home, the Muslim - Christian invited everyone. I've got to detrayate. The most banalii local African - Americans with marriage - by taking two - three generations later, in the African forest. But there is no shortage of trying to be banala. I got it means to be the 'curry' Learning to cook. After the wedding, the new badhuke Curry parata responsibility to teach an elderly woman. I was surprised to hear their stories. They sense that one of my relatives, nikatajana but I do not know anyone in the country, I do not know.I want to know, the right to say what you understand? Bengali language or history of the country with which there is no identity? Narena head sitting on the stage speakers. The two - four words that forsooth, but it is not anything special outside. I do not identify with the history. But they know who's who in the name of the town. When his father's birthplace at a rapid clapping halagharajure.Aladina Ullah, generally speaking Bengali. Once pitrbhumi dean came around. Aladinera reputation as styandaapa Comedian, television and film has played. Muslims in the name of the character that he had given his all kyarikecara or Muslim immigrants 'Terrorist'. Leave - aladina fed itself to play a single character has been mancayanera - Dream disayasara. His father, Habib Ullah. Habib first woman married in Puerto Rico. One of the first wife's death in Noakhali young woman married to one of them returned to America. Aladina his son. Aladinera story begins in the conscience of baladera. From one another, and to another, this one was found in the story of the harlema bengali texts. He wrote that the older immigrant conscience, his name was Ibrahim. After the end of the eighties in New York I met with him. At the time he became of age, after all the time he could be found in the work of immigrants. Vivek said, who were the first settlers of this country are trying to build, he was the victim of racism. Abhibasanecchu Indians 'sbetakaya' was considered to be an old law. After the law changed, uccasiksita 'was decided that the Indian immigration. But Abraham said, 'white people' are not as different characters as well as working full Indian citizenship claimed. I have written a letter to Congress demanding immigration Ibrahim claimed, 'blood and sweat to build this country, our people, our country has the right to the full. We got married in the country, we live in the offspring. Here is our death, but - we want it. "After a long fight, Abraham said citizenship was. Cuba was married to a woman, hence also the name of one of the sons of Ali. Nabbaiyera saharei he died early this decade. I had last seen him once before death. Most of the time I spent in the country, but I loved the language, Bengali. If I were the very flooded.Some of them came forward at the end of the berotei. I told someone involved. I pulled my hand from his chest, said. Sandwip his people, his very desire to communicate with people Sandwip. His wife, two sons came forward. They made me hand in hand, but a very old friend.
Source : Prothom Alo
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