IN the heart of Dhaka, a scene that could only be described as a grim parody unfolded. The Iron Lady of Bangladesh, Sheikh Hasina, watched as the castle she built on sands of privilege and favouritism was besieged by the tides of public dissent. 

This wasn’t just a protest; it was a theatrical coup, a stark, raw, unfiltered rejection of years of cultivated elitism and suppressed voices.