Case reopened: Remembering Rakib Hasan

Somewhere in a dusty shelf, a torchlight flickers and three young detectives whisper, “Case ta shuru holo!” That’s how Rakib Hasan, the father of Tin Goyenda, built a world where mystery was magic and courage came in friendship’s disguise. 

He didn’t just write stories; he created a universe. Through Kishor’s sharp mind, Musa’s brave heart, and Robin’s loyalty, Rakib Hasan taught us that adventure hides in every corner –  a deserted mansion, a dark alley, or a puzzling letter. His words made us believe “Jodi chokh khule dekha jaay, shob jaygay clue ache.” His stories shaped a generation that grew up on late-night reading under blankets when their eyes were begging for them to sleep, but their mind was stuck at “Just arekta paata.” For those yet to enter his universe, “Tin Goyenda: Konkal Dip” or “Tin Goyenda: Rupali Makorsha” are amazing starters to feel the thrill. And to the burnt-out adults, whose reading habit got lost somewhere between deadlines and grown up chaos, let this be a gentle nudge. Pick up that dusty, torn up Tin Goyenda from your childhood shelf. In honour of Rakib Hasan, reopen those pages, let the scent of paper and mystery pull you back to the wonder you once knew.

Because Rakib Hasan may have left this world too soon, but his legacy still flickers in the dog-eared pages tucked away on our shelves. His pen may have rested, but his words continue to run wild through our nostalgia. In every whispered theory, every late-night reading, he lives. Reminding us that life itself can be a mystery waiting to be solved.

So here’s to Rakib Hasan, the man who didn’t just write mysteries but wrote the childhoods of Bangladesh. “Case ta ekhono shesh hoyni kintu.”