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The children of the sex workers

Posted by: on Jul 1, 2018 | No Comments

This afternoon we visited a shelter in Narayanganj, the owner of the shelter is Hazera Begum. We call her Hazera Afa (sister). Hazera was a sex worker in a Bangladeshi brothal.

She worked hard to earn money and buy herself out. She now provides shelter for street children and the children of sex workers in Dhaka. At the shelter we meet the 30 or so children for whom she cares and provides education. The children are loving and happy. They are able to interact as you would expect children to, a stark contrast to the street children we met at Kamlapur station.

The shelter consists of two tiny beds rooms with bunk beds and a small communal room. The rooms are no more than two and a half meters by two and a half meters in size. The shelter is essentially a small two bedroom flat on the first floor of an accommodation building.

On entering, the children gather, happy, smiling and waving at us. They say hello and welcome us. When we move away from the front door and into the small communal room a little boy who is very excited reaches out of me. He tries to hug me and tugs at my dress to get me to bend down towards him so he can kiss and touch my face. I am a little taken back as the boy looks very sick, but I can tell that he has a loving nature and cannot resist.

When I ask Hazera Afa about the boy, she says he has autism and is twelve years old. He looks more like 7 or 8. She tells me that she found him on the streets all alone and took him in. He has no mother or father or family in the world. She grabs him and holds him, and he touches and kisses her face as a baby would do with its mother. This is genuine love, I can see the connection.

I can also see that she shares this maternal connection with all of the children. It is apparent that the children are well nurtured.

She tells us that some of the children have mothers who visit them when they can. She runs the shelter by asking the mothers for a small payment for the maintenance and upkeep of the children. Many are unable to pay and some of the children are abandoned. I

this tiny flat the children are protected.

They know that they have mothers and that their mothers work, but they do not know that their mothers are sex workers.


The little boy living with autism is called Shojad. Hazera Afa tells us that he fell yesterday and injured his head. She is no longer able to care for him as the environment is unsafe. He will be moving to a special home for autistic children tomorrow. I worry about this as I know what these homes can be like. He is such a loving boy and out of this familiar environment I wonder what life holds in store for him.

There are also two girls at the shelter aged about 11. Hazera Afa has made arrangements for them to begin their secondary school education. They require fees uniform, books, pens and travel expenses.

Our visit today is to provide these children with a special lunch as a treat. As the food arrives the children congregate and sit in a circle on the floor of the hallway. They are excited and ready to eat. We leave with mixed feelings. This happy home filled with healthy children clearly has insufficient space. The home provided by Hazara Afa is filled with love, but resource is lacking.

Over the past ten days we have come to realise the realities of the stories we heard about the street children, the children of the untouchables and the children of sex workers.

We have experienced and participated in the work being undertaken, by organisations and people such as, Jaago, Bottomley House, Pothoshishu, Shudha and Hazera Afa to combat this poverty and provide care for these children. Each of these organisations approaches this issue differently and to differing degrees but all are essential in touching the lives of these children.

On our penultimate day in Dhaka, we sigh a tiny sigh of relief at the thought of flying home to England.

From the Bangladeshi people and children we have met, we have received love, care and warmth, but our realities are very different to theirs and we understand now how fortunate we are.

There is so much more that we can all do…

By Sofena Choudhury and Mohima Shamsuddin

Sister Act

Posted by: on Jul 1, 2018 | No Comments

Hustled by the nuns at our first meeting with them, today we set off to take the Sisters on a day out in Kawran Bazaar. When we first met Sister Bijoya she told us a story of when she once left the orphanage to go out to Old Dhaka to buy shoes for the girls.

This was when Christopher was here and Christopher took her out. But when Mina told her about the street children she described how she desperately wanted to meet them and maybe bring some back to the Orphanage, but she recalls Mina did not take her out. We know we have a busy schedule but on balance we also know we don’t want to end up on the list Mina’s on, so we agree to take the Sisters on an excursion.

There is no better way to describe Sister Bijoya and Sister Protiba than to draw parallels with the innocent sweet sister and the sharp adorable sister from Sister Act. We decided to take them to a Potoshishu Street session.

When we arrive at the session which is scheduled to start at four, ten minutes early, it appears that there is a full class of students excited and ready to get going. As we approach, a tiny girl aged 4 is so excited that she jumps up off the matt and comes running towards us and gives me a big cuddle.

My heart melts.

I have no idea what I could have done to deserve such affection from this gorgeous child. All the school children excitedly wave and say hello.

Today’s session is very different to yesterday’s. The children are all frequent visitors. They come here every week. They do not attend any other schools as they cannot afford to. Two of the girls, called Rubeena and Khadija are about 10 years’ old. They complete the entire session while carrying their baby siblings who are less than a year old. These children are already parents.

We play a game where we stand in a circle holding hands and everyone says their name and where they come from.

I say I’m from London.

The child next to me says she is from the railway station, she is only 4 years old.

After the introductions the lesson commences. The children are taught to identify good behaviour and bad behaviour by drawing around their hands on paper then writing five good things they have done and five bad things they have done, one for each finger. A number of the children are illiterate and require help when it comes to writing, but they are keen to ask for help and to complete the task.

At the end of the learning session the bad things are scrunched up and put in the bin and good things are read out for each child as they stand in front of everyone. Due to the big turn out today the leader of the session runs out of time. The children are offered a choice of either completing the lesson or getting on with the scheduled play time.

They choose to COMPLETE THE LESSON!!

Afterwards there is a little time to play. They have a great time on the space hoppers donated by the Orphan Trust.

When the session is over we head back to the Orphanage with the sisters. We treat the girls to night of takeaway. All the staff and children are involved.

By Sofena and Mohima

Pothoshishu – Kamlapur Station Platform 8

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Pothoshishu, Kamlapur Station Platform 8

A beautiful young boy stood out to us, no more than 4 years old, he was casually walking ahead of us on his own kicking bottles he came across on the floor.

We caught up with him and asked him if he was attending the Potishishu session but he didn’t reply, I don’t think he understood our poor Bengali, so we asked his name which we thought he would definitely understand, but still nothing.

He just stared at us with a little twinkle in his eye and then shrugged and walked off in a real blazé manor. We named him Mowgli. He was so cute that we decided to follow him. Struggling to keep up with his casual stride we were distracted for less than a minute when he disappeared out of site.

We set off to find one of the Potishishu sessions (street schools) in Kamlapur railway station which was an unscheduled visit. We arrived over an hour early, giving us plenty of time to try and find the train station platform, the session would be held on. After a lot of asking, a lot of walking we had finally got a rough idea of where it will be held. So we sat in the very busy train station and just watched.

We noticed mothers intoxicated with drugs as their children sat beside them. A young boy collapsed on a seating area didn’t move an inch in the 2-3 hours we were there. Lots of single women and men asleep with nothing but what they were wearing, on the outskirts of the station pathway. The station staff did frequent rounds with a big stick to wake them and move them on.

Eventually across the platform we noticed mats being placed on the floor. An area was cordoned off with rope and cones and the Potashishu banner was put up on the wall. The volunteers and children began to gather as we made our way over.

The children who attend frequently could be distinguished by their excitement.

They make their best efforts to contain this by sitting cross legged and eagerly on the mats awaiting the session to commence. Slowly more and more children appeared. Some join in out of curiosity. The volunteers go out to collect others who are around. The games began, we sit on one of the three mats crowded with children and start a game of pairs, the excitement in their faces is indescribable.

Then suddenly out of nowhere Mowgli arrives and joins in!

These children are not like the usual children we know and meet in everyday life. The effects of their complete neglect from the adult world soon becomes apparent. Even amongst the older children, their speech and communication is not fully formed. They are also much more naive than would be expected of children who have been left to make their own way in the world.

I sit in on the games sessions, while Sofena is asked to help coordinate first aid.

At Potoshishu, an essential part of the work delivered aside from creating a safe space for the children to relax and play and receive some much needed adult interaction to help their development, is that their basic health and cleanliness is attended to. There is a system for this when the children are in their play group a volunteer will ask if they have any first aid requirements, tickets are issued to those who do and they are called up one at a time.

When handing out the cards I realise that a fair proportion of the children request a card. Each are quizzed on their injury and produce the cuts scraps and grazes that they are walking around with.

One child is slightly confused, but puts his hand up anyway. When asked, he shows us his elbow which has a minor scrap which has already healed.

The card is declined on this basis.

He then insists he still needs one and shows us another injury that has healed, when rejected again he points to his knee and insists he has muscle pain. We giggle and I think back to my childhood days at primary school when receiving a little TLC and from the school nurse made me feel so special and cared for and somehow a plaster could turn a child into a school celebrity for the day.

I wonder if a little affection is what he is really after.

When assisting the first aider I enjoy conversations with the children. Being involved with pruning them, cutting their finger and toes nails creates an automatic nurturing connection. I ask simple things, like their name, their age and how they received their injuries.

They seem taken back that I care to ask, and they smile excitedly and shyly when I try to talk to them. When the camera comes out they are comfortable with me taking a picture though a little surprised that I would want to.

They relax and smile beautifully for the camera.

Their injuries seem minor at first, but as the iodine is applied, puss and blood come gushing out. I’m horrified, but this continues for each child that is tended to. These minor injuries exposed to the dirt and grime of Dhaka’s streets, when the children are sleeping rough and have nowhere to clean and no clothes to change into become infected quickly. Untreated, I see now that these could easily result in catastrophe.

I ask one of the boys how he received his injury. He looks no more than 8 or 9 years old. He innocently tells me a familiar childhood story. Two days prior he was chased by a dog and whilst running he fell and injured his knee. I can see that his jeans are torn at the point of injury and the emotions of the event are relived while telling this story.

A boy with his foot in bandage was carried over by one of the volunteers. His name was Robin, he looked slightly dazed but answered all questions with a smile. He told us his foot was run over by a bus.

He was taken to hospital by the police two months ago where they bandaged it up and then dropped him back to the railway station. He has no Mum and no Dad so was probably given very little attention because he was ‘just a street kid’. The first aider started undoing his bandage which was covered in dirt.

Robin was covered in flies and once the bandage was unravelled…  we became quickly aware that his foot was rotting away.

It was explained to Robin he would have the bandage changed for now but he would have to go into hospital. We offered to take him there but we were told the hospital was closed on Friday. So they made an appointment to collect him at 8 o clock the next morning. We became even more concerned at this point. He needed somewhere to stay for the night as he was clearly scared and sleeping rough in this condition was unimaginable to us. We thought what if they didn’t find him the next day or he missed them for whatever reason. We asked if It was possible for him to go to a shelter-home that very night? The volunteers said they would try but it will most probably be after his hospital appointment. We were horrified by the condition of this boy.

We stocked up on medical supplies for the Potoshishu first aid box then headed back to the hotel. We spent the evening traumatised and trying to come to terms with what we had seen. The thought of this boy being out on the streets scared and so poorly was unbearable.

In the morning we called Brother Lucio, a catholic priest who is the founder of Potoshishu. He told us the boy spent the night in a shelter and was taken to hospital in the morning.

I cannot put into words the admiration I have for the work that this organisation and its volunteers do. They are able to make such great impact with such little resource. They reach out to these neglected and otherwise forgotten or invisible children.

By Mohima & Sofena

Day 4: Jaago Foundation

Posted by: on Jun 29, 2018 | No Comments

Today we visited Jaago Foundation who provide education for the poorest of children in Bangladesh whose families cannot afford to pay for schooling.

They have two schools in Dhaka and 10 schools in villages throughout Bangladesh. The schools in the villages are taught remotely from Dhaka where the teachers are better qualified. Teachers are also employed in the villages to overlook the students learning and development and provide assistance.

The Orphan Trust provide sponsorship for five of the Foundations’ teachers.

The school and its head office in Banani have a fresh and new age feel to them.There are children’s painting in bright colours all over the walls. They are tech savvy and encourage this amongst the children.

Outside the school there are PC work stations available for use by the street children who do not have access to computers. This is designed to encourage them to learn basic IT skills.

We meet with Korvi Rakshand, the founder to check in on how things are progressing. He explains that the first round of graduates from the school which started as a single class of 12 students are due to complete their studies at Jaago in the next month.

He shows us a spreadsheet which maps out the continued support that will be offered to the students through higher education and into university.

The students are split into ability categories, the less able will eventually attend technical collages while the more able will go on to university. Jaago will provide the sponsorship for their future education.

They have also arranged jobs and places at open universities for the two students whose grades did not quite meet the requirements for a technical college. One of the students who has consistently produced exemplary results in all subjects is also being considered for international schooling at a centre of excellence under a scholarship.

By Sofena Choudhury

A harrowing reality. Nightmare, doom and release.

Posted by: on Jun 23, 2018 | No Comments

We arrived in Dhaka at 17.30 Bangladesh time.

After the usual chaos of arranging visa’s on arrival and baggage collection we received a warm welcome from our hosts working on the Rainbow Project and who in affiliation with the Orphan Trust have been working on building wells in villages in Sirajganj.

We stepped out of the airport and were immediately hit by the humidity of monsoon season in Dhaka and its oh so familiar indescribable smells. From the aeroplane we witnessed that much of Bangladesh is now under water. Our host Brishti explained that there is much hardship in Sylhet which has been hardest hit.

After a long taxi drive covering only a short distance we checked in to our hotel and were accompanied to dinner at Star Kebab (thank you Christopher for the recommendation). In the CNG on the way to the restaurant Bristi described the work she has been involved with in Dhaka. She casually dropped in to the conversation that only last week she had negotiated the release of three women and their children from a brothel in Dhaka. The women have now been safely re-homed with their children and have been given some money to help them get on their feet.

Combined with the shock of the speed at which the CNG driver was aggressively accelerating towards oncoming traffic, the constant horning of drivers at one another and what we were hearing coming out of Brishti’s mouth, we pressed on with the conversation in pursuit of what we had aimed to accomplish on our mission in Bangladesh.

We were surprised to learn that the cost of releasing these women and her children amounted to less than £300! Volunteers on the ground in Dhaka build relationships with these women, and provide the long term counselling and support required to get them out of these situations. Many women are unable to leave for fear and judgement of the outside world, the ones who are brave enough are unable to because they are indebted to their captivators for rent and maintenance.

Dinner lived up to all our expectations, though it was somewhat confusing. The restaurant which is laid out over 5 floors has a beef restriction on floors 1, 3, 4 & 5. Women who are very well looked after in Traditional Bengali culture, as we have been since arriving are given special areas in restaurants. Unfortunately at this particular establishment the ladies section is located on floor 5 so we just had to make do without our sheek kebabs.

Over dinner Bristi explained that girls ages between 5 – 9 who find themselves on the streets, sometimes through the marital breakdown of parents, when the mother remarries and the step father does not wish to take on the responsibility of children from the previous marriage, are commonly raped within 3 days of being on the streets, which is followed by the doom of living out their remaining lives in a brothel. This is hard to imagine, but over the next 3 days we will meet the people who’s lives are so tainted by prejudice, that this type of nightmare can quickly become a reality.

After dinner we completed a hat-trick of Bangladesh modes of transport by travelling back to our hotel, 3 people on a cycle rickshaw.

So much fun. Watch the video.

By Sofena Choudhury

Orphan Trust video

The Critical Need to Address Mental Health in Bangladesh

Posted by: on May 12, 2018 | No Comments

According to WHO 15 Million people in Bangladesh are suffering with mental illness of various types. That’s 10 % of the population. Yet mental health is largely ignored in Bangladesh with the government focusing on chronic disease such as cancer, diabetes and hypertension which are have replaced traditional killers such as polio and leprosy.A 2015 study by Anwar Islam and Tuhin Biswas Published by the American Journal of Psychiatry and Neuroscience looks at the incidence of mental health in Bangladesh. The prevalence of Mental health issues amongst adults, women and children in Bangladesh  are surprisingly high, yet what make the most  alarming reading  is the sheer lack of mental health resource ….‘ there are only 0.073 psychiatrists per 100,000-population in the country most of them concentrated in major urban areas like the capital city of Dhaka.  Another study says there are only 10 known Psychiatrists in the whole country.

One only to think about the lack of mental health care in the UK, where we have an awareness of the issue, to get an idea of the enormity of the problem in Bangladesh where the definition of mental health was until 2017  based on The Lunacy act of 1912 where you are either classed as sane or a lunatic.

With the stigma attached around mental health, there is a complete lack of education and awareness of the signs of mental health and seeking appropriate help. People often misinterpret behavioural signs of mental illness as the work of evil spirits and seek out spiritual healers!

The mental health of a countries populations will have direct impact on the county’s development and economic productivity.

A copy of the study quoted above can be found by clicking here.


Trans Pennine trial

Posted by: on Apr 30, 2015 | No Comments

I can’t remember what made us decide to raise money for charity but after doing a Google search I came across the Orphan Trust website. I was inspired by the charity and all the good work that it does, so I, along with my friend Syed decided to do a sponsored work. After much hesitation it was agreed that we would walk from Sheffield to Manchester along the Trans Pennine Trail!!!!

The Trans Pennine Trail (TPT) is a route for walkers, cyclists and horse riders linking the North and Irish seas, passing through the Pennines, alongside rivers and canals and through some of the most historic towns and cities in the North of England.

We had no concerns about my fitness levels for walking however, I was very concerned about my map reading skills.  We therefore decided to leave navigation to Syed. As for training, on the weeks running up to the big day we did some walking just to ensure I had worn in my “fashionable” walking boots.

The day before the walk we had to make a late change of route.  Due to excessive rain and poor weather conditions, it was not safe to walk across the Pennines. Bad weather was not going to hold us back! We decided to walk the A57 route.

The walk itself was a success. In consisted of Syed experiencing blisters for the first time and I conquered my fear of sheep (sort of). The best part of the day was when we made it to Glossop as it meant we were half way. In celebration we treated ourselves to a nice Costa Coffee but then hit a massive low as the walk out of Glossop was a long stretch. When we did eventually get to the city of Manchester we were over the moon, thinking it was all over, but we were so wrong.  We still we had another hour to go! We completed the 42 mile walk in 14 hours and 8 minutes.  Throughout the walk, the fact that we were doing this for a greater purpose was good motivation.  The thought of the children that we were helping was what kept us both going and made it all worthwhile.

A big thank you to everyone who sponsored us and helped me conquer my fear of sheep (sort of)


Aalia and Syed

Post-trip: Back home in London Town

Posted by: on Apr 12, 2015 | No Comments

It feels very strange and slightly surreal being back home.  There are no twinkling rickshaw bells outside of the window, an absence of amazing smelling street food, no constant and frenetic noise of life in it’s most ‘in your face’ form being played and enjoyed by millions of people crowded together into a crazy small area.  Everything seems too ordered and clinical somehow.  Ah Dhaka, I miss you already!


We arrived home yesterday to the most wonderful welcome party, with signs held high heralding our return.  Thank you Sofena, Abz, Leon and Tim for greeting us so excitedly and warmly and apologies for the slightly dazed look on our face after 19 hours of travelling!

I feel we all learnt so much from our time in Bangladesh – what kindness really means, how the world might be full of unimaginable suffering but its also full of amazing and proactive people, that you can make the most wonderful friends in all areas of the world.  It has also reinforced and strengthened our resolve to help all those children who need us, and support all of the wonderful and life changing individuals and organisations we encountered whilst there.


Thank you Dhaka – we look forward to meeting you again soon!


By Menna

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