The streets of Dhaka, and really, the entire country, exist in a kind of violence-ignorance dichotomy. We are ready at a moment’s notice, it seems, to engage in any kind of mass public beating, regardless of what the victim’s sins may have been. At the same time, we simultaneously seem to exist in a kind of Schrodinger-esque state of ignorance, too, where death and destruction may happen a mere five feet away from us, and yet we will continue walking. Clearly my errands are more important than your life. And so, when Labannya Hijra ran after and successfully held back the killers of Oyasiqur Rahman on the 30th of March, 2015, it created a rupture in the narrative of visible urban bodies. Who was this brave soul, who broke through the male dominance of sidewalks, of violence and silence to face fundamentalists with machetes?