When I think of mother languages the first thing that comes to my mind is the face of a woman, irrespective of land, race and color. She communicates in many forms yet she is one. Her words exist in the serenity of prayers, in the bloodshed of “bhasha andolan” (language revolution), in the eyes of my mother and in the togetherness of people around the world.
Languages matter because they exist. They exist in different colors and shapes. They exist within us. They create us. They create our existence.
We should stand for our mother languages.
Let’s celebrate the spirit of International Mother Language Day, today and forever.