Day 4: Dreams, Bangladeshi hospitality and rain!

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Sujon on the space hopper donated by The Orphan Trust – We also provide expert British Association of Play Therapists backed training to PSS volunteers.

We met the very talented Tinni today – she was leading the Pothoshishu Sheba Songothon session on the rooftops of New Market, one of the busiest markets in Asia.

The session focused around what dreams the children might have for the future. We stood in a circle holding hands and all shared a dream we had. One of the children dreamt of riding in a rocket one day and another dreamt of being the MD of a garment factory. We then all drew our dreams and then took it in turns to present what we had created. It was wonderful seeing the imagination and creativity that the session opened up for the children as well as the sense of worth and hope it appeared to give them too.

After that there was time for some fun, physical games. We had brought some space hoppers over with us from London at Lucio’s request and we unleashed one in this session. The boys absolutely loved it! Apologies to the volunteers for the carnage it caused today – everyone wanted a go on it! At the end we all took it in turns to say one moment that made us happy in the session and one that made us feel sad. One of the boys, Sujon, said being on the space hopper had been his happiest moment all day!

By Catriona

So….  One thing hit me today and it hit me pretty hard. During the dream sharing that Catriona shared above, one small boy named Shiraj shared his dream.

“I dream for a house.”

Some of the dreams were light-hearted, some rightly-ambitious but his dream is the very basic of human needs.


This is Jahid. He is a businessman, he gives his time to these children.

Local businessman Jahid gives his time to these children, students Tinni and Lubna and others give their time to be with these children. They are an inspiration.

After the session we had a tour of the university buildings of Dhaka and had a translation meeting at Dkaka Univeristy of Engineering and Technology with Potho Shishu volunteers Hassan and Lubna, they will be translating the therapeutic play training on Friday.

We then went to Potho Shishu volunteer Tinni’s house for dinner and what a treat! An incredibly tasty home-cooked Bengali meal including such delights as pumpkin curry, small fish curry and big fish curry being the highlights amongst many, many other dishes. The hospitality and the warmth shown to us would surely be unrivalled, anywhere.

During the meal the rain started outside, there’s rain and then there’s Bangladeshi rain. The heavens opened and dropped a deluge of water onto the city as if thrown at once from a giant bucket in the sky. The city was left to bob around in water like a rubber duck in a bath. So we rolled up our trousers and waded down the passages through a foot of water. at times a foot and a half to the main road which more resembled a river than a road. The cycle-rickshaw wallah also extended the customary Bangladeshi hospitality, tucking us in to our seats, pulling a tarpauling over our laps to keep us dry, pulling up the hood and giving us a large, warm smile. He then took us slowly along through the deep water, the tarmac not visible beneath the water. As we moved close to home the rain began to sub-side as if to punctuate our day.

Read day 5 tomorrow. Thank you.

Christopher Downie

Day 3: Every little helps…

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Today was a special day. It was the first day we spent with Lucio and the volunteers and got to meet some of the children they work with.

Potho Shishu Sheba Songothon – Street School, Gabtoli bus station, Dhaka.

Eager smiles and jumps of delight and joy greeted us and the fellow volunteers as we arrived at the bus station for the session. It was clear all the children were very excited at the prospect of the play session ahead. The joy was catching and all three of us, Christopher, Catriona and myself spent the whole time with big smiles on our faces.

A rope was placed around the area where the play took place, along with mats for everybody to sit on. As the children stepped into the safe and secure play area they ceased to become ‘street children’ and simply became ‘children’ again. For that brief moment in their day, they could leave their troubles and stresses behind – and could just ‘be’. It was very humbling.

Throughout our work, communication through metaphor and play is at the forefront of our practice. Metaphors and play are universal and the safe space today offered the children a chance to ‘play out’ their experiences naturally and instinctively.

The children asked if they could show us a ‘drama’ to illuminate for us what their reality is like for them. They wanted to share with us what life is like.

One scene involved me being cast in the role of a ‘careless lady who doesn’t see them’. My instructions were to throw a cigarette on the floor, burning one of the children in the process. I was instructed to ‘not even notice what I had done’. The ‘victim’ was taken to hospital where further ‘bad and scary’ things happened. It became clear that the only people the victim could trust, in the big world, was another child.

This really brought to life that fact that outside of the play area, the most secure attachments the children had were to each other.  Adults were people who could hurt you without even realising – that the children were so insignificant that the only attention they would get would be negative and threatening.   Very significantly, these children could only have explored their experience in this way if they felt safe and secure enough to do so. Exploration and security are the flip sides of the same coin – you can’t have one without the other.  The play session, and the secure relationships they have with the volunteers,  offered the children this safe opportunity.

All children deserve to feel happy and secure. These children experience this throughout their play sessions. The relationships with the volunteers shows to them they are loved, kept in mind and accepted. The things ALL children need (anywhere in the world) to develop and grow positively.

The world has shown these children that it doesn’t care – the volunteers show them that they do. 

Please get us home Mr Tesco delivery man!

After saying goodbye to the volunteers and children we headed home. We were surprised that a Tesco delivery driver had ventured so far from home and wondered if Tesco knew a rickshaw driver in Dhaka was proudly representing the company! After a long, confused and arduous ride around many different parts of the city, and with the help of many different shop keepers and passers by – we eventually made it home!

by Menna Cook


Menna captured today so well, I have nothing more to add.

However, Christopher failed to mention an important detail in the blog yesterday: that he had decided to upstage me. Being the only blonde of the group I get a lot of attention and pictures taken of me here, but Christopher decided to up the ante yesterday by wearing a skirt. ‘It’s actually a lunghi’ he informed us as he casually sauntered in to the drama class yesterday morning, looking reminiscent of a sarong clad David Beckham.

Later on during our mini sight seeing tour arranged by the lovely Pothoshishu Sheba Songothon volunteers Hasan and Imran, the locals and camera phones were only interested in one person: the Orphan Trust’s very own David Beckham – Christopher Downie. Hasan and Imran very politely explained that was because the locals weren’t used to seeing men in skirts. Handily two men in lunghis just so happened to be walking past at that moment, laughing and pointing at Christopher’s outfit, so Hasan and Imran were able to illustrate the differences between their lunghis and Christopher’s skirt.

Christopher took this all in his stride, like a true celebrity.

I promise to write about some more serious stuff in future blogs, but just thought people would appreciate Christopher’s lunghi adventures!

By Catriona Ross

Children playing bubbles in the slums. Children love to play wherever they are in the world!

Day 2: Three Orphan Trust Volunteers Saved by Cristiano Ronaldo

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After awaking from a DEEP sleep we observed volunteers Theresa and Josh deliver a drama session to the children at Jaago Foundation. The school provides education for children of families who earn less than $2.5 a day. The session focussed on emotion; the understanding and the processing. Numerous games were played to start the session but during one the room was split into four areas with string, with each quadrant assigned an emotion. Children and volunteers jumped into each quadrant and played out that particular emotion with an incredible, boundless energy! The game is designed as an outlet for emotion but also to help to understand and process any emotions present, fantastic work! They moved onto practising for a forthcoming performance, a twist on ‘A Midnight Summer’s Dream’ again with a very acute focus on the emotion shown between the performers.



Breakfast was a dream: samosa, chai and slice of water melon from the street. Later in the afternoon we squeezed three onto the back of a cycle rickshaw, Catriona noticed to her horror Cristiano Ronaldo’s face looking down at her from an advert above a shop as we headed to Asad Gate for a ‘sightseeing tour’ of Dhaka from Hassan and Imran that volunteer for Potho Shishu. Potho Shishu educates and cares for children on the streets in some of Dhaka’s most notorious locations such as the New Market, the biggest market in Asia, Dhaka’s largest bus station and the port area , Sadar Ghat. We took in the magnitude of the modernist parliament building before our light-hearted pre-dinner tour stopped at the liberation war museum to see a lot of 1970’s bomber planes and other instruments of death!

Here’s one for Gooners out there…. Catriona has been on the lookout for Premier League shirts in Bangladesh and is trying to convince us and herself that Chelsea are the most popular team in Bangladesh, I was explaining the delights of following lower league football in the U.K (Crewe Alexandra) to Hassan, having said I support a team who had never won the English league title, Hassan replied ‘What, Tottenham?’

Armed with a box of Dhaka’s finest Asian sugary sweets we went for dinner at Bridget’s house, the vice-co-ordinator of Potho Shishu. After a 3 hour meeting to thrash out the finer details of Potho Shishu’s work and of Friday’s play therapy training we had a delicious meal of fish, vegetables and rice before our hosts jumped up, shouting and ran to the TV to catch the host’s daughter reading the news on Bangladeshi television!

Three weary Orphan Trust volunteers jumped into an auto-rickshaw (known locally as CNG) and headed home… only the rickshaw driver who knew the way to Jaago at the start of the journey, suddenly remembered half way back that he didn’t know the way! We enquired at numerous shops for the way to Rayer Bazaar but were met only with wide smiles. Luckily, we were saved by Cristiano Ronaldo, his face appeared and was once again beaming down at us from above the very same shop and we were able to guide the driver home from there!

By Christopher Downie

Day 1: Dhaka Play Therapy Trip

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Smooth arrival despite being at the back of a long visa queue and so…. into a very misty Bangladeshi morning we went….

From my room in the Jaago Foundation school I can hear the sounds of Bengali children singing, a few steps down the corridor and I’m in a reception class lesson, 25 beaming 5 year old smiles enthusiastically learning their numbers from 20 to 30! Up the stairs and there are children using algebra to work through linear equations. From the rooftop looking down 5 children are playing a version of ‘What’s the time Mr Wolf?’ in the courtyard. The children here at Jaago are outgoing and at every turn there is a child offering their hand for a high five! They seem happy and secure and they show this through their play, they have a safe base here. The school works in a very carefully considered and well thought out way with the local Rayer Bazaar community, importantly the school operates morning and afternoon shifts with children completing either one or the other rather than enforcing full time school commitment. This trusting relationship with the local community will create a lasting change.

I’m staying in the room with a young English volunteer, Josh who has completed a Masters in International Development and who has done research on ‘street kids’ in Rio. He stresses the importance of first building relationships and trust before embarking on rehabilitating ‘programmes’ and cites Brazil and Rio’s governance as a very poor example of this. Before the world cup, laws were changed to allow police to take children away from the city centre, the city centre was where NGOs were based, had built relationships and were delivering change. Police took children away from this safe base and ‘stuck’ them straight into drug clinics and attempted to rehouse them. The result of this poorly planned, reactive strategy where time was not taken to build relationships, trust and a safe base caused children to run away, disappear and sadly lose any trust previously built up.



So, our first day in crazy, chaotic, beautiful Dhaka city is coming to a close.

After a journey of 4965 miles, a brief stop in Istanbul, many movies watched, pages read, and the slowest visa queue known to man -we arrived!

Wisdom has dictated that ‘it’s about the journey, and not the destination’ however when we landed in Bangladesh I had to disagree. Arriving at this destination is the beginning of a whole new journey and adventure in it’s own right.

Everything is bigger, louder and more overwhelming here. From the continuous sound of bells and horns, traffic chaos, glimpses of extreme poverty and suffering, and the friendliness and hospitality from everybody we have met so far – Bangladesh certainly packs a punch!

What stories we will be able to relay over the next 12 days ahead of us…. We look forward to sharing our adventure with you all.


We’re staying in Rayer Bazar – in the middle of a lively food market district. Which means stalls and stalls of beautiful brightly coloured fruit and veg, punctuated by the occasional stall of goats heads and bloody insides (slightly
less appealing if you’re a vegetarian like me…) It also means loads and loads of people and loads of rickshaws and loads of noise!

It felt like we had properly arrived in Dhaka once we’d all had a cup of hot, sweet chai and then piled in to some rickshaws. Me and Menna squeezed in to one with Theresa, the German volunteer we’re sharing an apartment with. Amongst the many rickshaws that filled up the streets, we were the only white Western women riding in a rickshaw and needless to say we drew a lot of stares. Some of the younger men driving rickshaws looked quite wide eyed and envious of our rickshaw driver having us in the back. However I’m sure they were less envious when they saw what hard work it was getting us three up a slight hill! Even our driver had to give up and push the bike for a bit, which made us all feel really bad and really fat… We wanted to get out and help push but our driver wasn’t having any of it.

Our apartment is opposite a massive outdoor play area – which is perfectly placed for Menna and me as play therapists! It means we can very easily observe how some children play here. It’s mostly boys playing cricket and the occasional game of football, it’s all child led with very few adults around and there’s very little conflict within or between the groups of children.

Talking of football I’m very pleased to report that the only football shirts I’ve spotted being worn here so far are Chelsea and Man City shirts. Some of you might believe this is a result of successful marketing campaigns in Asia by the two premiership clubs, however I think it’s more to do with Dhaka residents having excellent taste in football teams…

Rana Plaza – A year on……

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On April 24th 2013, the eight-storey Rana Plaza factory in Bangladesh collapsed leaving the nation in mourning. Of those particularly mournful, were the now-orphaned children of the deceased parents who tragically died on that fateful day.  It is coming up to the one-year anniversary of the collapse, yet relatively little is asked about the orphans whose lives have changed irrevocably since the passing of their parents.

That morning, not only were there over a thousand adults that died, but there were over 700 children left without their mother or father, whilst some lost both. Children rushed hurriedly to the scene, longing to see their parents somewhere in the rubble, a hand maybe, or leg, praying that there could be a miracle.

Many of the children had their hopes pulverised when they learnt that their parent(s) were no more. Even more tragically, many children could not find the body of their parents or give a proper burial as the bodies could not be located amongst the rubble and thick fog of dust. Some still return to the site and stare silently with tear-filled eyes at the spot where their parents were taken away from them. 

Speaking to any of the Rana-Plaza orphaned children, one can immediately detect the emptiness in the children’s eyes and a certain muteness in their speech – an altogether different sonance from the wailing sirens and bellowing cries that echoed in the vicinity.

Some orphans have been taken away by their relatives or charities. Classroom chairs are now empty where children once sat and dreamed of their future. The question is, what state are the children now in?

Children witness their single surviving parent struggle to put food on the table and many have had to stop attending school because their parent can’t afford to pay for their education. These children who once had big dreams of becoming a doctor, a teacher, an artist, have now had to suspend those dreams. Their focus now, is on survival.

Surviving in Bangladesh as a child is tough, especially when poverty-stricken and orphaned. Many were left to earn their own meagre incomes, some having to raise their infant brothers and sisters alone. Many others were left open to exploitation, whilst others were forced to beg on the streets and have become home to an estimated 400,000 street children. The misery, however, remains the same: they must still endure the most abject poverty imaginable, in scorching temperatures and slums without sanitation.

They have lost their parents but we cannot sit back and allow their future to be taken away from them too. Action must be sought to enable these children to rebuild their childhoods that have been tainted with misery, despair and unforgettable memories. Let us help them forget their sorrows and let us remember the orphans of Bangladesh.

Farzana Choudhury

Charity Launch Event

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Come to our Launch Event on Wednesday 28th of November 2012 at Papadoms Restaurant in Brick Lane – the heart of the Bangladeshi community in London.

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We will be having drinks, Indian canapés, music and entertainment. There will be an auction of some fantastic items including holidays, meals out and even curry cooking lessons. Every penny raised will go to help children in Bangladesh.

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