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2025-09-13	''??????? ????????? ??????? ???????? (UWPP)’’ ?? ????? ????????? ???????? ?????? ?????? ?????????	Bangla	Details
2025-09-11	???????? ??? ??????? ????	Bangla	Details
2025-09-11	SICIP-BGMEA ??????????? ????? Skills development Course ? ????????? ??????? ????? ???????? ??????? ????????? ?????????????????????????	Bangla	Details
2025-09-10	Survey on Audit Practices in Member Factories for Unified Code of Conduct.	English	Details
2025-09-09	?????? ?????????? ???????????? ?????????? ?????? ????????? ????????? ????????? ???.??. ??? ????????? ?????? ?????? ????? ?????? ??????? ??????????	Bangla	Details
2025-09-08	Nomination for HSBC Export Excellence Awards 2025	English	Details
2025-09-08	Invitation to apply for the Commonwealth-Bangladesh Green Business Award-2025	English	Details
2025-09-08	??????? ??????? ?????????	Bangla	Details
2025-09-08	????? ??-?? ????????, ???? ???? New York, USA ? “Texworld Apparel Sourcing NYC (Winter Edition 2026)’’ ?????? ????? ???????? ???????? ?	Bangla	Details
2025-09-08	??????????? ?????? ????????? “Digital Customs Bond & Risk Managment in Bangladesh " ?????? ?? ????? ??????????? ?????? ??? ????? ?????????	Bangla	Details

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