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Akram H. Chowdhury,(Bengali: আকরাম হোসেন চৌধুরী), a human rights activist and 9th Parliament Member (MP) in Bangladesh and the founder and General Secretary of BRCT. He is also secretary general of Bangladesh Institute of Human Rights (BIHR) in Dhaka, and a Council Member of Executive Committee, of International Rehabilitation Centre for Torture Victims (IRCT), Copenhagen, Denmark. Previously he was the president of the Coordinating Council for Human Rights in Bangladesh (CCHRB), a federation of 189 human rights and development organizations, secretary general of the Coordinating Council for Human Rights in Bangladesh (CCHRB), and Human Rights consultant for RDRS. He is proud of his father Dr. Captain (Rt.) Ismail Hossain Chowdhury, who was a Member of the Constituent Assembly (Provincial Essembly-47: Rajshahi) in 1972 under the leadership of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman. He was one of the signatories of the Constitution of Bangladesh (First) Serial no. 112. His Mother's name is Jamila Khatun.
Mr. Chowdhury was born on 11 November 1954 in village Chakrail, thana Badalgachhi, District Naogaon.He studied in development L.L.M. in International Human Rights Law from University of Essex, England in 1984 to 1986. He obtained B.S.S. in 1978 and M.S.S in Social Welfare from University of Dhaka.
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