When a great banyan tree falls, the surroundings do not erupt in lamentation; rather, a profound and hushed stillness takes over. Professor Abul Kashem Fazlul Haq was that name of silent wisdom who, for four long decades, sharpened our fading intellectual faculties. When the news of his passing reached my ears today, it felt as if a vast living archive of time had suddenly burned to ashes. He was not merely a professor or an essayist; he was that "saviour" of our national life—whenever the black...
