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sabato 14 dicembre 2013

KUAKATA – THE EPITOME OF HUMAN RESILIENCE | MOHAMMAD MONIRUZZAMAN

Humans explored the moon more than 40 years ago. They are now heading towards the Mars, and digging dip into Martian meteorites in search of extraterrestrial life. While they continue to explore their boundaries and try to find their purpose in this universe, nature continues to test the limits of human strength to fight back, on this very planet. Being the most vulnerable yet the most intelligent species of this earth, human race try to push their limit in an effort to survive the odds imposed by decimating natural disasters.
In November 2007, cyclone ‘Sidr’, an unruly son of nature swept off the coastal region of Bangladesh. ‘Kuakata’, a small seaside community in the district “Patuakhali” was completely devastated by the cyclone. The retreating tidal waves took thousands of souls into the vastness of the ocean and left most of the people homeless. Most of the families lost their close ones who were involved in deep sea fishing at that time. The frighteningly fierce waves rose so high and entered so deep into the habitable lands that the map of this coastal region changed forever. At least a kilometer of the coastline permanently submerged under the sea. The Sundarbans, world’s largest mangrove forest was largely devastated while trying to absorb the shock of the cyclone.
It has been more than four years since the harsh reality of the nightmare called ‘Sidr’, and the wound it left on the community is still raw, evoking sharp pain every time it is touched by the memories. However, although Sidr stripped away the community off close relatives and resources, it could not rob the undaunted spirit that the people of this area protect in their hearts. The community is turning back again, venturing deeper into the same sea for fishing, which snatched away all their hopes. They’ve rebuilt their homes, mosques and boats. Sundarbans, the century old guardian, is sprouting new leaves and regaining its vigor.
Ernest Hemingway said “A man can be destroyed, but cannot be defeated.” While you think of evidences for such extraordinary claims, take a look at Kuakata. You’ll get your answer. Kuakata, with all its relentless and courageous fighters proudly stands there, as the epitome of human resilience.

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sabato 1 dicembre 2012

THE EPIC RIVER | MOHAMMAD MONIRUZZAMAN

Photo Story 
Documentary Project

This is a story of intertwined fates. A saga of the inseparable bond between a river and its people.
You have heard about the vastness of Amazon and rich history of Nile. But there is a river that hides an epic of human civilization in herself. The waves that have been flowing for hundreds of years weaved the story of a city, which have taken the present form through ages of metamorphosis. We call her “Buriganga”, the old river. Yes, old she is, older than the oldest tree or building you’ve ever known. This river has witnessed the rise and fall of empires since the beginning of the empires.
Buriganga is a river that flows beside Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. Buriganga silently sustains twenty million people living in this city. It connects people of the two banks, handing thousands of homebound people over the bigger rivers and bringing the trade into the city from all over the country.
As humans, our nature is to kill someone who loves us. After sustaining a community for four hundred years, the river is dying now. It is dying because dumping tons of toxic industrial wastes and occupying vital parts of the river to erect buildings surely do not keep it alive. While everyone talks about saving the river, nobody points out that death of a river means the death of a community. What will happen to the man who crosses Buriganga everyday for the sake of livelihood, or to the boatman who carries him? What about the child whose playground is this very water? We have already forgotten that our existence depends on the life of this lifeline. The city must die if this river becomes a constricted and poisonous artery.
Every boat that scribbles through the heart of Buriganga writes a story. Every kid plunging into the waves leaves an unforgettable impression. This is an epic tale hundreds of years in writing.
It’s too soon to write the last page of the story.

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