Family ties keep hopes alive in Bangladesh camps
published : 16 Jan 2021 at 04:00
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Every day I wake up to the deafening sound of children screaming, pots clanging and the busy life in the cramped camp I call home, nestled in the hills of Bangladesh. I live just a stone s throw from Myanmar, yet it feels like a world away.
Each morning, my first task is looking after my special son, Nizamuddin. Since he faces some extra difficulties, we help him live the best life that we can provide. My son is 10 years old, and he cannot speak. But he can listen well and manages to communicate with me. He has shown me many things in life. He has taught me so much.