Bangla is language. It is about the fight for our mother tongue and our culture. Bangla is hardship. My countrymen work long hours in a foreign land. All they want is a better life. Who will hear their stories? That is why I named my newspaper Banglar Kantha. It is the voice of Bengal. A voice for the voiceless. Yet, Bangla is beauty. It is the morning dew on the mango tree. It is a phone call to your mother when you’re in a foreign land. It is the men who write poetry in the dark of the night, away from their back-breaking work. Most of all, Bangla is pride. I’m proud to be Bangla.