Landslide kill 86 people in Bangladesh

Heavy rainfall caused a landslide at the commercial city Chittagong in Bangladesh killing 86 people yesterday. 100 other people injured and thousends are still surrended in water.

Passengers of the 11 Sindhu’s Morning

10 People of old age from a remote village. Every Tuesday they get in the train named “11 Sindhu’s Morning” and arrive at Dhaka Railway Station. Where these passengers go from there? Nowhere! They live at the platform no 8 of the largest railway station of the city. Usually after a week they return to their home.

The man on sticks

“I am poor, helpless. Rising on two sticks I am entertaining you. Please do me financial help.” – These are written on a board made of tin, which is hung on his chest. There also hung a whistle which he was ringing now and then to attach people on him and pointing on the board.

Noor Mohammad – The Kobiraj

“One day a police constable came to me and told – ‘please help me. I am not sextually active. I can’t satisfy my wife.’ I demanded 500 tk to make medicine for him. He gave me the money and I prepared the medicine with some trees and some other plants and gave him next day. Seven days haven’t passed and he came to me again and told – ‘My wife is very happy now. So am I with your medicine. Please make some more for me. I am getting transferred soon. So I need a stock.”

The breaking world

Beside the Buriganga river in Dhaka-Narayanganj highway, you will find hundreds of people breaking bricks and stones in different sites. Bricks and stones come by river transports to these spots, and these labours breaks them in pieces.

Khala – The cake maker

-What is your name?
-Hafeza.

-Where are you from?
-Mizala village of Potuakhali district. 

-How long are you selling cakes?
-10 Years.

Moinul – The looser of everything

-What happened ?
-I was going along the rail line. It was very dark in the area for the load shading. Two young man came to me. They hit me in the face and body, and took all my money.

An evening on a play ground

On a summer evening, I was on a playground. This was a land near the Dhaka-Sylhet highway where developing is expected shortly. There were full of children on the field. They are from 3 to 12 years old.

 

The lost Gafur

-Where are you of to?
-Mohakhali

-Mohakhali? It not the way to go to Mohakhali…You have to go by bus!
-I’ll go there along the way with the rail line on foot.

Rahaman – The Bachelor

-What are you doing?
-Just sitting. I am sick.

-What happened?
-I’ve got fever, and pain in stomach. 

The bridge on the river Kawai

Everyday around 8.00 AM, 1.00 PM, and 08.00 PM, if you come to these bridges with a wish to cross them in the opposite direction, you are out of luck! You will discover a flood of human trying to cross the bridges hurriedly on the same destination. They bring more than 70% revenue of Bangladesh. They are the garments workers.

The unnamed begger

Everyday from 7 AM he is seen to be siting beside the street at BSCIC Industrial Area, Narayanganj, where thousands of garments workers starts to flood on the way of their factory from 7.30 AM. He sit quietly beside the street till 10 AM usually. And people often give him 1 or 2 taka in his widen hand. If anyone ever give him 5 or 10 tk he will ask