Courage from the Streets: The inspiring story of Joynal Abedin

In a world that often glorifies the elite and the affluent, true courage and willpower are frequently overlooked, especially in societies like ours. While many seek inspiration in foreign figures, we must remember that Bangladesh is home to its own remarkable personalities—individuals who exemplify resilience and determination, often emerging from the shadows of socioeconomic hardship. One such person is Joynal Abedin, a rickshaw puller whose life story serves as a beacon of hope and inspiration.

At 55, Joynal Abedin’s journey is a testament to the transformative power of adversity. His life changed irrevocably when he witnessed the painful death of his father, who succumbed to illness due to a lack of financial resources for adequate medical care. This traumatic experience ignited a profound desire within Joynal—a vision to create a charitable hospital for those unable to access proper healthcare. In a country where the loss of life is often accepted as a tragic norm, Joynal made a resolute decision to challenge this status quo.

Relocating to Dhaka with his wife, Lal Banu, in search of better opportunities, Joynal’s struggles intensified. Settling in the Shahjahanpur Rail Colony, he faced the harsh realities of urban life. Yet, amidst these trials, a rickshaw owner named Mosharraf extended a helping hand, providing Joynal with his first 50 taka and the skills to earn a living through rickshaw pulling. Thus began Joynal’s arduous journey—one that would last for nearly 14 years as he toiled day and night to secure a better future.

The struggles Joynal faced were not merely economic; they were deeply personal. Throughout this challenging period, Lal Banu stood by him, serving as both a partner and a confidant. Together, they nurtured a shared dream, fostering a spirit of resilience that became their guiding light. Joynal meticulously saved a portion of his meagre earnings, striving to open a bank account—an aspiration that seemed almost unattainable until fortune smiled upon him in the form of Saleha Akhter, the manager of Sonali Bank. Her assistance proved pivotal, allowing Joynal to formalize his savings.

Twenty years later, through relentless effort and determination, Joynal and Lal Banu amassed a substantial sum of 284,000 taka. They returned to their village, purchased land, and constructed a modest home for their family. More importantly, they established the "Momtaz Hospital," a facility dedicated to serving the medical needs of their community.

As reported by *The Daily Star*, the hospital has since become a lifeline for villagers and beyond, providing first aid to approximately 25 patients daily, and dispensing essential medications such as painkillers, oral saline, and dewormers. Joynal's commitment to social welfare does not end there; he also initiated a free coaching centre and a Maktab (Arabic learning centre) for underprivileged children, demonstrating his belief in the power of education. Currently, around 50 children benefit from this initiative, with Joynal ensuring that his teachers receive fair compensation for their invaluable contributions.

Joynal Abedin's story serves as an indelible reminder that determination and perseverance can triumph over adversity. His unwavering commitment to his dreams and the well-being of others is a lesson for us all: when fueled by purpose, we can surmount any challenge. Yet, amidst such inspiring tales, there remains a disheartening reality—our media often focuses on trivial matters, leaving these true heroes in the shadows.

In a country rich with individuals like Joynal, we must shift our gaze. We must recognize and celebrate the resilience of those who rise from humble beginnings to uplift their communities. People like Joynal Abedin should not only be acknowledged but revered as role models, for they embody the spirit of hope and perseverance that Bangladesh needs to inspire its youth and illuminate the path toward a brighter future.

Joynal Abedin is not just a rickshaw puller; he is a hero—one who reminds us that the greatest legacies often emerge from the most unlikely places.

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Faisal Caesar

England’s Asian Undoing: A Tale of Hubris, Missteps, and Pakistan’s Renaissance

England entered the third day in Dubai with the optimism of a champion side, convinced they had clawed back enough ground to stage a recovery worthy of their world No. 1 ranking. By the close, however, they stood exposed—demoralised, dismantled, and dismissed with a haunting familiarity reminiscent of their Asian nightmares of the past. Pakistan, disciplined and resurgent, needed just 15 runs to seal a ten-wicket victory.

This was not simply a defeat; it was a dissection.

The Collapse of an Empire

England’s batting unravelled twice in under 60 overs, not by chance but by the steady application of pressure. Umar Gul, sharp and probing, tore through the top order, claiming four wickets. Saeed Ajmal, all guile and invention, collected a remarkable 10-for in the match. Together they exposed the psychological fragility of England’s batting and laid bare an inconvenient truth: for all their dominance in recent years, England remain inept in Asian conditions.

The misery was compounded by the personal failings of the stalwarts. Andrew Strauss, the captain, continues his slide into a crisis of form. Kevin Pietersen perished to his familiar recklessness, undone once again before scoring. Ian Bell, repeatedly hypnotised by Ajmal’s doosra, looked like a man who had forgotten how to read spin. Each failure wasn’t just an individual lapse; it was a symptom of a wider malaise.

Strauss’ Regal Rebellion

Strauss’ dismissal before lunch—caught down the leg side off Gul—encapsulated England’s unease. The captain, usually stoic, betrayed his frustration with a sequence of headshakes as if royalty were dissenting against its own court. Technology offered no rescue. Hot Spot was inconclusive, the DRS inconclusive, and so Strauss was forced to exit with the air of a man betrayed by fate rather than his own flaws.

That regal indignation could not conceal the fragility at the heart of England’s batting. Pietersen’s impetuous hook, Bell’s befuddlement, and even Trott’s eventual lapse after two hours of resistance all painted a picture of a team psychologically outmanoeuvred.

Pakistan’s Masterclass in Discipline

For Pakistan, this victory was more than numbers on a scorecard—it was validation. Misbah-ul-Haq, their unflappable commander, ran his side like a disciplined battalion. Where once Pakistan thrived on volatility and drama, now they found strength in unity and restraint.

Ajmal was the magician at the centre, conjuring dismissals with turn, flight, and deception, while Gul and Abdur Rehman played their supporting roles with precision. Even with the Decision Review System occasionally failing him, Ajmal’s supremacy was never in doubt.

Pakistan’s batting, though short of individual brilliance, showed a newfound collective grit. Adnan Akmal’s spirited 61 was symbolic of a side that refuses to fold. No longer brittle, Pakistan’s line-up displayed the patience and tenacity that Misbah has instilled—a stark contrast to the extravagance and chaos of the past.

England’s Myopia, Pakistan’s Redemption

England arrived in Dubai speaking of flat pitches, tipped too heavily in favour of batsmen. By the end of this match, that narrative lay in ruins. The surface was fair; it was England who faltered.

What we witnessed was not merely Pakistan beating England—it was Pakistan reasserting themselves in the cricketing order. The spectre of the 2010 spot-fixing scandal still lingers, but Misbah’s men are writing a redemptive script. This was their chance to prove their progress against the best in the world, and they seized it.

The Theatre of Empty Seats

The irony of this Test was stark: one of Pakistan’s most emphatic victories in recent memory played out before a sparse crowd in Dubai. Yet, in the digital echo chambers of Twitter and Facebook, the jubilation rang far louder than the near-empty stands. It was, in many ways, a quintessentially modern victory—witnessed not in person but shared across the globe in a chorus of triumphant posts.

A Fortress Rising in the Desert

Pakistan’s triumph was about more than wickets and runs. It was about renewal. With Ajmal’s sorcery, Misbah’s stoicism, and the team’s collective steel, Pakistan are turning their Middle Eastern exile into a fortress as daunting as Karachi once was.

For England, the challenge is existential. Their supremacy depends on mastering conditions beyond their comfort zone. This humiliation in Dubai is a reminder that world dominance cannot be claimed without conquering the East.

In the end, Pakistan’s ten-wicket victory was not only a cricketing triumph but also a cultural one—a declaration that from the ashes of scandal, discipline and unity can forge greatness. For all its poignancy, this victory will endure as one of Pakistan’s finest chapters, and as a cautionary tale for England: in Asia, reputation counts for little, resilience for everything.

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Faisal Caesar

The Redemption at the WACA: Warner’s Wildfire, Clarke’s Composure, and India’s Unraveling

Four years on from the firestorm of 2008, India returned to Perth again 2-0 down—but the air this time was free of rancour. Gone was the acrimony of Sydney’s contentious Test; gone, too, the siege mentality that had bound India into defiant resistance and historic victory in that charged series. In 2012, there was no umbrage, no sense of injustice to unite the visitors. Australia, too, had shed their bitterness. What remained was the cricket—raw, unrelenting, and decisive.

Beneath the burnished skies of Western Australia, the WACA pitch stood firm, hard and true, a fast bowler’s dream and a batsman’s reckoning. Here, the narrative was never destined to be subtle. Clarke, embracing the hostility of Perth’s bounce, elected to field—backing a pace quartet that had both variation and venom: the revitalised Hilfenhaus, the grizzled Harris, the fuller, fiercer Siddle, and the angular, intriguing left-armer Starc.

India’s response to the pitch was pragmatic but ultimately fruitless—they too packed their side with seam, handing a debut to Vinay Kumar and sacrificing Ashwin’s spin. But their arsenal was no match for the Australian surge. India's first innings, a ragged 161, barely resisted. Kohli and Laxman flickered, but nothing held. And with Sharma’s dismissal, Australia strode in with two full days ahead—and a storm waiting on the horizon.

The Warner Tempest: A Century in Frenzied Verse

David Warner's innings was not so much played as detonated. In 69 balls—a blur of aggression, clarity, and defiance—he compiled a century that redefined what an opener could be in the longest format. He did not negotiate the new ball; he pummelled it. Hook, jab, upper-cut—each stroke seemed forged in the crucible of T20 instinct but transposed seamlessly into the red-ball theatre.

Warner’s 180 from 159 balls, littered with 20 fours and five sixes, was less an innings than a proclamation. Test orthodoxy held no power over him. Against Kumar and Sharma, he lifted sixes over long-on and drove Zaheer high into the John Inverarity Stand—each stroke a poem in rebellion against cricket’s conservative guardianship.

At the other end, Ed Cowan played the straight man in this double act, his 74 a study in application and contrast. His watchful vigil allowed Warner the oxygen to combust freely. Together they forged an opening stand of 214—Australia’s blazing overture to a match that would leave India scorched.

Collapse and the Mirage of Resistance

Yet Warner’s dismissal, to a mishit caught at long-on, revealed Australia’s fragility beneath the spectacle. From 214 without loss, they crumbled to 369 all out—losing 10 wickets for 155. The rest of the batting proved mortal. India’s reply, already 208 adrift, dissolved even more pitifully. Dravid scratched out a stay, Kohli fought with promise, but the tail collapsed with theatrical finality—36 runs from the last six wickets, the final four contributing nothing at all.

Hilfenhaus, reborn with rhythm and bite, claimed a career-best match haul of 8 for 97. Once mocked for his ineffectual movement in the Ashes, he now led an attack that had methodically dismantled India six innings in a row. The wreckage was complete before lunch on the third day. Australia had reclaimed the Border-Gavaskar Trophy. The sun dipped behind the Swan River. India’s golden generation, once so feared, now looked like an echo.

Clarke's Measured March and Australia’s Awakening

In the blaze of Warner's fury and the disintegration of India’s order, a subtler but more profound narrative was taking shape. Michael Clarke, now firmly entrenched as leader, presided over the win with the poise of a man who had learned from collapse—be it Cape Town’s 47 all out or Hobart’s surrender to New Zealand. These were not scars; they were scriptures. He had read them well.

Under Clarke and coach Mickey Arthur, Australia had begun to chart a new path—one that wasn’t just about survival post-Warne-McGrath but about belief in a new structure, a new tone. Their victories—1-0 in Sri Lanka, a draw in South Africa, and now this thumping of India—had restored rhythm, even if they had yet to recover the symphony of dominance.

The triumphs of the summer were dazzling. Clarke’s own triple-century in Sydney had been regal; Ponting's renaissance century dignified; Warner's was volcanic. Cowan offered solidity, and the bowling cartel, rotated with precision, throttled India’s once-fabled batting. Australia had bowled India out six times for an average of just 229, and between Cowan's dismissal in Sydney and Cowan’s again in Perth, India had taken just 1 wicket for 836 runs.

Still, Clarke was wary. “We haven’t achieved much yet,” he warned. His humility wasn’t an affectation—it was strategic. Australia had slipped down the ICC ladder to fourth. Regaining the No. 1 Test ranking would not be a matter of isolated brilliance. The next real milestone was still a year away: the 2013 Ashes.

Of Ghosts, Gaps, and Grit Ahead

For now, there were blemishes to address. Shaun Marsh, with 14 runs in the entire series, seemed out of place amidst Australia's run-glut. His place was in jeopardy with Watson’s return looming. Brad Haddin, too, had failed to make his presence felt, his form shadowed by missed chances and silence at the crease. In a losing side, these would be open wounds. In a winning one, they were veiled bruises—visible, but not yet crippling.

Australia will almost certainly win the series 4-0 or 3-0—or, in some act of Indian resistance, 3-1. But the real questions are longer term: Can this team conquer England? Can this group evolve from promise to power?

The signs are promising: Warner, Pattinson, Cummins, a reborn Hilfenhaus, the tireless Siddle—each represents a brushstroke in Clarke’s new portrait of an Australian resurgence. But the journey is long. The ghosts of recent failures linger. South Africa, England—these are not India, crumbling on foreign soil.

And yet, as Clarke stood in the late Perth light, he might have sensed what few dared to say aloud: this was not just a victory, but a beginning. Australia were no longer rebuilding. They were rising.

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Faisal Caesar

The Sydney Masterpiece: Clarke's Redemption, Tendulkar’s Absence, and the Ghosts of Australia’s Past

There are moments in cricket that transcend the dust of statistics and enter the realm of lore. The 100th Test at the Sydney Cricket Ground was not merely a commemoration of longevity—it became a cathedral of catharsis, redemption, and silent elegies. It was a stage on which the complicated figure of Michael Clarke finally authored his magnum opus—an innings so vast and immaculately timed that it shifted perceptions of a captain once jeered by his own.

Eleven centuries—if you count Clarke’s in triplicate, and why wouldn’t you?—emerged like fireflies across the four-day theatre. But no glow rivalled Clarke’s 329 not out: the highest score ever at the SCG, surpassing Tip Foster’s ancient 287 and brushing shoulders with Bradman’s 334 and Hayden’s 380. In another age, he might have gone on to 400. But cricket is also a study in restraint, and Clarke, perhaps mindful of ghosts both past and present, declared, leaving posterity to wonder what might have been.

For India, this was not a match lost but a mirror held up to years of away failure. For Tendulkar, it was another chapter in the great chase for his 100th international century—an odyssey that had become less about runs and more about destiny’s delay. That Clarke, of all people, should be the one to dismiss him—bowling gentle finger-spin to expedite the new ball—seemed like cricket’s irony at full throttle. The great batsman, immaculate for two hours, offered a faint nick. Haddin’s gloves trembled. Slip waited. History paused. Then fell.

Baptism by Fire and Declaration of Arrival

The match had opened with promise—thirteen wickets on Day One, seamers from both sides spitting fire. Tom Parker’s pitch, curiously watered despite Sydney's warmth, brought hope of balance. India’s 191 was poor, but Australia teetered too, three down early with Zaheer Khan finding late magic. But then, the curtain lifted—and Clarke emerged, not as a man out to silence his critics, but as one who had ceased to hear them.

With Ponting, who had not scored a century in two years and nearly fell short again on 99, Clarke rebuilt. The former captain’s dive for his 100th run—spared only by a missed run-out—was a dive into nostalgia and self-respect. His joy was tempered, sheepish even, as though uncertain if the applause belonged to him anymore. Yet it did. And then came Hussey, stroking his way to 150 in the shadow of greater light.

But it was Clarke who towered, serene in tempo and shimmering in control. Ten hours and nine minutes of unbroken authority. Thirty-nine boundaries, one six, and partnerships of 288 with Ponting and 334 unbroken with Hussey—both Australian records against India. Never before had a single innings housed two 250-plus stands. If Ponting had clawed back dignity, Clarke had ascended to grace.

The declaration, halfway through Day Three, surprised many. Surely, with a shot at 400, he could have carried on. But Clarke, the man who had been cast as too flamboyant, too distracted by the pop-world limelight, was making a different statement: leadership above records. Even in his finest hour, he sought the team’s triumph first.

India’s Retreat, Symbolic and Tactical

India, for all its batting riches, collapsed under psychological fatigue and tactical inertia. The bowlers toiled, Sharma doffing his cap in ironic salute as another century came at his expense. Dhoni, reduced to passive fields and opaque ploys—like using twelfth men to halt momentum—seemed to summon every trick bar conviction. When Tendulkar fell, and Laxman and Dhoni followed in quick succession, it was only a matter of ceremony.

Kohli’s middle finger to a baiting crowd was less an act of insolence than a metaphor for a team unravelling. He later cited vile abuse targeting his family, and a half-match fee fine followed. But India’s frustrations were not merely provoked—they were inherited. The shadows of earlier humiliations abroad—from England to South Africa—now lengthened into Australia.

And yet, paradoxically, India managed 400 in the second innings—a number that read well but meant little. There were no alarms for the hosts. Clarke’s men cruised to victory with a day in hand, vindicating his decision to declare.

A Captain Reforged

Twelve months earlier, Clarke had looked broken. Australia were reeling from an Ashes defeat, and Clarke had stepped down from T20s amidst rising doubt about his suitability to lead. His batting, diffused across formats, had lost its identity. Former coach Tim Nielsen called the team “jack of all trades and master of none.” Clarke was emblematic of the crisis.

But the decision to quit T20 cricket became a rebirth. Freed from its erratic tempo and cosmetic urgency, Clarke found space to rebuild—not just technically, but spiritually. From the spinning dust of Galle to the green venom of Cape Town, he had begun to score with clarity and conviction. His 819 Test runs since then, at 68.25 with four centuries, signalled more than form: they heralded maturity.

Clarke admitted he might only appreciate Sydney’s grandeur after retirement. In the churn of modern cricket, self-reflection is often an afterthought. But the significance was already visible: not just a triple-century, but a triple coronation—as batsman, captain, and figurehead of a team trying to emerge from the ruins of past greatness.

“This whole team is heading in the right direction,” he would later say. Perhaps it is. But even if it falters again, Sydney 2012 will stand as the match in which Clarke, once mocked, once doubted, finally became Australia's Clarke.

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Faisal Caesar

Against All Odds: Shakib Al Hasan's stellar 2011 journey

 

In the unpredictable realm of cricket, where fortunes can shift with the gust of a breeze, few individuals possess the charisma and confidence to leave an indelible mark. Representing one of the weaker teams on the global stage, it takes an extraordinary individual to emerge as the world’s number one allrounder. In 2011, that remarkable individual was Shakib Al Hasan, a prodigious talent hailing from Magura, Bangladesh—a feat that still commands admiration.

The year commenced on a bitter note for Shakib. As captain, he grappled with the immense expectations of a nation—over 160 million dreams resting on his shoulders. The mounting pressures led to a tumultuous relationship with the Bangladesh Cricket Board, resulting in the loss of his captaincy and thrusting him into a maelstrom of chaos and controversy. Yet, within this turmoil, Shakib’s innate resilience began to surface.

What sets Shakib apart is not merely his skill but his champion’s mentality—the ability to shake off frustrations and rebound with even greater vigor. As 2011 progressed, he transformed adversity into opportunity, showcasing his brilliance with bat and ball. Throughout the year, Shakib amassed 564 runs at an average of 33.18, while excelling in the Test arena, where he scored 451 runs at an impressive average of 50.11. 

His prowess as a bowler was equally formidable; Shakib was not just a wicket-taker but a genuine threat to opposing batsmen. In the third ODI against the West Indies, his performance was instrumental in restricting them to a meager total. In the Test matches against both West Indies and Pakistan, he demonstrated surgical precision with the ball, effectively dismantling batting line-ups that often outclassed his teammates.

Throughout five Tests, Shakib captured 21 wickets at an average of 28.61, with a strike rate of 61.8 and an economy rate of 2.77. In the ODI format, his performance was equally commendable, with 25 wickets from 25 matches at an average of 28.08 and an economy rate of 4.33. His statistical feats reflect not only his capability but his unwavering commitment to the game.

Shakib's accomplishments also etched his name in the annals of cricketing history. His remarkable 144 against Pakistan, coupled with a six-wicket haul, marked only the ninth instance in Test cricket where an allrounder has achieved such a dual feat. This was the seventh occurrence in the history of Test cricket and the second in the subcontinent, following in the footsteps of the legendary Imran Khan, who first achieved this against India in Faisalabad during the 1982-83 season.

In a team often beset by struggles, Shakib’s brilliance shone through. Unlike his fellow batsmen, who frequently succumbed to mental clutter, he maintained a clarity of purpose, executing his skills against even the most formidable opponents. As the year unfolded, Shakib emerged as the sole beacon of hope for Bangladesh, a shining star amidst the shadows of a challenging cricketing landscape.

In essence, Shakib Al Hasan’s journey in 2011 was not merely about numbers and records; it was a testament to his indomitable spirit and extraordinary talent, a narrative of resilience that continues to inspire a generation of cricketers in Bangladesh and beyond.

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Faisal Caesar