After our semi-vacation in the Sundarbans (Shoon-der-bahns), Caitlyn and I headed off 70 miles North of Dhaka (Tah-ka) to Sirajganj (I don’t know how to pronounce it… whoops), a small village on the Jamuna River, to partake in a service learning project. We stayed at ARCHES, an organization that helps sustain communities. ARCHES is functionally a bunch of connected tin shacks with cots, soil floor and squat toilets that don’t flush.
Although the amenities were hard for the US and Bangladeshi students to handle, the natives of the village told us they loved their homes, and wouldn’t trade them for anything.
We partnered with a nongovernmental organization called CARE, which focuses on international development. Each morning, we would travel two hours on a boat to the Char we worked on (Picture below).
Chars are islands within rivers that are created from silt. They are subject to erosion as the water levels/currents fluctuate, and are extremely susceptible to flooding. A Char is only habitable for 5-10 years maximum. Some only exist for a few days; one Char we saw on Tuesday was gone on Wednesday. While we were there, we planted banana trees to give them some protection from the flooding and rain. We also compacted dirt to help raise their primary school so it can act as a flood shelter during the monsoon season.
(Above- Picture taken while getting off the boat the first day at the Char. There was a huge village welcome. Literally everyone came to watch/stare at us. Most of the Char people have never been outside of Bangladesh and were very interested in the idea of foreigners visiting their village. The children gave us all flowers and walked with us from the shore, inland where the school was.)
(Picture of the school children singing the Bangladesh National Anthem the first day. They seem excited that we would help them elevate there school.)
The villagers were the most hospitable people I have ever met. The kids would dance around us as we walked into the village and worked with us to move dirt. The work we completed in three days could have been finished in half a day by the villagers. We made these villagers visible when they are frequently ignored, not only by the world, but by their own people and government.
That was the true purpose of our service. It was an amazing cultural exchange, and one that both groups benefited from tremendously. (Picture- Children on the Char, and everywhere in Bangladesh in general, love getting their pictures taken, and mostly love it when we show it to them.)
While at ARCHES, we made a friend named Shumi. She is 7 years old and told us she was in fifth grade… in the villages, they don’t often count birthdays, but we were sure she wasn’t in fifth grade. She only spoke Bangla, so our relationship was a lot of making faces at each other and playing hand games. Before we left, we had to explain that we weren’t going to come back in the evening like the other days. She refused to let go of my hand until the last moment before we left.
Another villager, Julie, gifted us with free beauty treatments. She owns a beauty parlor next to ARCHES. Some girls got their eyebrows threaded, while I got my nails painted with live henna, called Mehehdi (which I don’t know how to spell). Many Bangladeshis believe you must cleanse your body to purify it, but you can’t clean your nails with soap, hence the use of henna. About 8 of us got something done, and we paid 1500 taka, only about 20 USD, and to them, that was overpaying.
Visiting the Chars was an amazing, once in a lifetime opportunity that Caitlyn and I truly appreciate. I will never forget the connections we made with the kind villagers we met.





