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Day 8: Dhaka University, Talent Show and Sponsorship!

Posted by: on Apr 5, 2015 | No Comments

Dhaka’s Got Talent

After the training on Friday and a hectic first week in Dhaka, Menna and me were looking forward to a well deserved lie in yesterday morning. However, Dhaka had other plans. We were awoken at 7.00am by a very loud sound check for what we could only assume was ‘Dhaka’s Got Talent’. Unfortunately Dhaka’s Got Talent was taking place in the play area opposite our apartment, it was extremely loud and lasted all day – and worst of all, Dhaka didn’t seem to have much talent (obviously we know this isn’t the case when it comes to working with children though!) The sounds of off key singing from men, women and children accompanied us all day. Not quite the peaceful day we had in mind.

Whilst in Dhaka not only have I been learning about Bengali culture from the locals, but also about Welsh culture from Menna. Yesterday Menna compared the talent show going on outside to a Eisteddfod in Wales. She told me all about Eisteddfods. Apparently they involve Druids! ‘Druids?! What like Gandolf?’ I asked. ‘Yeah, Druids are massive in Wales!’ she replied.  How cool is that? Next trip for me after Bangladesh is so going to be Wales. It might seem a bit tame in comparison to Dhaka, but hey they’ve got Druids.

By Catriona


Dhaka University

Today we headed to Dhaka University to meet with Shaheen, the Head of the Educational and Counselling Psychology depatment and her fellow colleagues. As with all of our previous Bengali experiences – we were greeted by warmth, amazing hospitality and welcomeness (complemented by the most beautiful smelling flowers placed in the room – they were heavenly).

The aim of this meeting was to discuss the next steps in our Play Therapy ambition and the feasibility and practicalities of bringing professional standard Play Therapy training to Bangladesh. The professionally accredited Play Therapists would then be able to work therapeutically with the children here who need them the most.


The meeting was extremely successful and we left feeling that each of us was on the same page and each shared the same motivation and drive to move things forward in this exciting direction. The professionals we met today truly shared in the principles we too believe in.


We each of us are so excited about where the Play Therapy project will go in the near and long term future…. Such exciting times ahead for us all.

By Menna


 Jaago Sponsorship Update

I had a successful meeting with Raisul Alam today who works in Jaago’s sponsorship and child welfare department. We currently fund the salaries of 5 teachers at Jaago and today we have set up sponsorship of 30 children that attend Jaago schools across the country. The school educates and cares for children from families that earn less than 2.5 U.S. Dollars a day. Sponsorship is now available through The Orphan Trust, we will allocate you a child and you’ll receive a child profile, copies of the child’s work and school reports and a personal relationship with the child to exchange birthday greetings. Skype calls are also a possibility! Contact The Orphan Trust to sponsor your child in Bangladesh today – mina@orphantrust.co.uk

Thank you

By Christopher

Day 7: Reflection, recuperation and Kamlapur train station!

Posted by: on Apr 4, 2015 | No Comments

Yesterday’s therapeutic play training,

After our super ‘full on’, busy and very exciting day yesterday – today was all about reflection and recuperation for Catriona and I.

Sometimes it is only when you step back from a situation or environment do you fully appreciate the true reality of what it is.

Dhaka is a crazy city. It is jam packed with the most hospitable, interesting and friendly people I have been lucky enough to meet. It is also full of some of the worst poverty and suffering I have ever seen.

Bangladeshi people are very proud people. They do not seek massive handouts from international sources, rather they seek to be empowered ‘to help themselves’. The eagerness and willingness of the trainees yesterday really brought this fact home to us.

Whilst at Khokon’s house yesterday evening (he is one of the founding members of Photoshisu) we were shown the library of literature and knowledge he has accumulated over many years. Khokon believes that ‘with great fortune comes great responsibility’. He uses his own money to print and copy books to distribute to those who would otherwise have no other access to them (this one among many other inspirational philanthropic projects he is involved in). The books included those on educational techniques, sociological theories, inspirational biographies, poetry and great works of literature. As he so aptly put it: ‘I want to provide the people with the tools and knowledge to empower themselves’.

Yesterday was a day of prayer. One of the 5 pillars of Islam is ‘giving Zakat’ which means ‘supporting the needy’. As such the streets were filled with many more cases of suffering than we had come across previously. These included maimed and seriously injured people, some with eyes gauged out and others with lost or severely damaged limbs. Some had bodies riddled with rickets and polio.  It was hard not to be acutely affected by the suffering we witnessed.

We are so lucky in the UK. We have a wonderful service – the NHS – that is free and available for all those who need help. We are also provided with vaccines to protect us against polio and other preventable diseases. The people we see daily here have nothing and if fate deals them a blow then they have nowhere to turn and no medical service to care for them. How fortunate Catriona, Christopher and I felt yesterday. How lucky that by being born in a country nearly 4000 miles away we don’t have the worry and fear of what would happen to us if severe illness or accident should strike. A sobering thought indeed.

By Menna Cook

Today I visited the area around the notorious Kamlapur train station, the area that Mina has blogged about in previous trips. I took a local bus from Farmgate to Kamlapur, I was helped onto the correct bus by a lovely young man taking food to his father in hospital and was then forced to sit down amongst the crush on the bus by a man who demanded I take his seat. Two people in the U.K had given me money to buy food for children who live on the streets whilst I’m here and so that was my mission for this afternoon. Initially I armed myself with bananas and singaras (large samosas) and water. On the road leading to the station I saw a small girl, around 3 years old with her mother sitting on the pavement dressed in a tiny pair of dirty ripped shorts. I gave them some food and the monkey teddy from one of the wash bags. The girl was so happy, she wrapped the monkey around her upper body and around her neck and ran around playing with it. A cycle rickshaw pulled up and she kept peek-a-booing it through the slit in the canvas at the back! A simple donation from our supporters made this girl’s day. A boy between the age of 7-11 appeared and stood in front of me completely naked, he didn’t request anything but just stood and looked.

I went to the concourse outside the station and met a boy of 10 years old, he kept saying ‘Amma’ (Mother in Bengali) and sticking his tongue outside as if to say she was dead. The locals were very bemused and kept trying to usher me away from the boy and also from the roadside with the little girl, trying to persuade me that a café would be a cleaner and less dusty and smelly place to sit! I tried to spend some time with him, give him some affection, some smiles and also some physical attention by placing my hand on his shoulder. Attachment specialist Louise Bomber from Brighton promotes the use of touching on the shoulder as a safe place to touch but also an area that calms, soothes and regulates the body. Everyone was very appreciative, shook my hand and gave praise to God.

When I moved over to a different area, a covered walkway on approach to the main station area there were lots of groups of people some sitting down and some lying on mats and old concrete bags, I continued to give out the food but at this point lots of people started to crowd around very close and one man started to get very angry and shout in my face. At this point I left and calmly walked away, he followed me blowing a whistle in my ear, as I continued to calmly walk away he disappeared.

Thinking back now I guess it’s most likely that he had mental health issues, as a group this is a topic of discussion that has come up time and time again over the last week. A well-dressed man had come up to me and told me he was telling me I was mad. Catriona and Menna have suggested that he might have been ‘translating’ any possible problems on to me.

As I walked through the door of the school this afternoon the paper lanterns made by children hanging from the ceiling started to blow, people started to wail outside, thunder followed and then the rain, the storm continued for the next few hours as the sky became angrier and louder. The electricity cut and remained out for around an hour just in time for dinner so my roommate Josh and I and some of the Jaago staff had dinner under mobile-phone torch light whilst the sky provided a very dramatic soundtrack. I had planned to finish on a positive note, Josh and I now have a working AC in our room, meaning sleep is a more likely possibility at night time but the back-up power is providing electricity only for the internet and the corridor light…. and as if by magic hey presto! The AC rumbles to life!! Hurray!

…. And after checking through what I’ve written the electricity has once again gone…..

Goodnight people, see you tomorrow for day 8.

Christopher Downie


Day 6: The training was a success!

Posted by: on Apr 3, 2015 | No Comments

Hasan and Catriona.

So the training was a success – hooray! It was well received by the participants and there were no cock ups – result! It was a busy day, we covered a range of theory around play, brain development and communication; we played lots of lively group games and got a bit of practice in as well. The participants worked really hard, as did our interpreters Lubna and Hasan. It’s not easy delivering or attending training that has to largely be translated – but everyone stayed as focused as they could. There were some tired faces and scrambled brains by the end of the day though. Next Friday we’ll meet with the volunteers again, the day will focus more on the practical side of the training. Giving people a chance to practice and develop some of the therapeutic play skills they will have been learning about. One of the participants said the highlight of their day today was learning about, and now understanding, the difference between empathy and sympathy.    There were a number of highlights for me today, but one had to be getting to use a handheld mic – which all day made me feel like I was an MC in a drum and bass rave!!

After the training Khokon, one of the original founders of Pothoshishu, invited us to his beautiful home for another delicious meal. Before dinner we sat in his rooftop garden and met his extended family. Then he proudly showed us his collection of wooden sculptures and carvings capturing historic figures and also his extensive range of post revolution Soviet literature on child development and child rearing, all translated in to Bangla. Another wonderful meal followed, prepared by his wife and sister-in-law. Then it was time to head home for the night.

Khokon bha

Apologies if my contribution to the blog is a bit short, but it’s been a tiring day, I’ve just finished my post training G&T and my bed is calling me. Night night.


By Catriona

Day 5: Training preparation day.

Posted by: on Apr 2, 2015 | No Comments

It was only a matter of time before we were hit by Bangla belly – and in the name of team spirit we’ve all gone down with it around the same time. I hasten to add that this is unconnected to the amazing meals that we’ve been treated to recently at some of the volunteers’ homes, this was a pre-existing condition.

Timing wise it’s not ideal, as tomorrow Catriona and Menna will deliver the first day of the Therapeutic Play Skills training programme to Pothoshishu Sheba Songothon volunteers (and a couple of other participants from other organisations and Dhaka University).

The focus of today has mostly been around preparing for the training and checking the venue, facilities and resources are all good to go tomorrow.

We’re looking forward to seeing some familiar faces tomorrow, as well as meeting more of the volunteers – and hope that our Therapeutic Play Skills training programme will be of help to an already very knowledgeable, talented and skilled group of people.

By Catriona

As therapeutic practitioners we truly believe that ‘sharing is caring’. We believe in this so much that one of us couldn’t bear to fall ill with ‘Bangla Belly’ without kindly sharing it with the other two. We are kindly sorts like that you see!

Our busy day was made ‘slightly’ more stressful with each of us battling sickness, tummy cramps and frequent loo trips (not always easy to find in

a city like Dhaka!) However the British Bulldog mentality prevailed (helped by the many wonderful friends, like Hasan, we have made here) and we battled through, each of us thinking of our beds and showers waiting for us at the end of the day. Bliss! (well, apart from Christopher who has a cold bucket shower and sleeps on what basically is a metal railing – not bliss for him!!)

It made us think of what it must be like for the millions of less fortunate people surrounding us in this ‘full on’ city when they become ill. What do they do? Where do they go? Who looks after them?… A sobering thought and one that made us truly grateful for the comforts we have here.
We were lucky enough to be invited to Hasan’s family home for the most amazing meal and where we were welcomed with the legendary Bangladesh hospitality, and met his siblings and parents.  Thank you Hasan and your family for looking after us so well!

Tomorrow is an exciting and slightly nerve wracking day for us – we present our training course for the first time! 18 months of hard work and planning have led up to this point. We hope we are ‘good enough’!! We will let you know tomorrow how it goes… Night night for now, Nosda…

By Menna

Day 1: Dhaka Play Therapy Trip

Posted by: on Mar 29, 2015 | No Comments


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…

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