she gave birth in no man’s land. i went to learn the name of her son
by：Aoqi
2020-06-13
Kutubang refugee camp in Bangladesh-I know her name. Dildar Begum.
That\'s all I have.
I want to find her in Bangladesh this week because of the anti-hunger action in Toronto, Canada
The aid organization I helped used her story to illustrate the refugee crisis that took place here;
She posed a face in the disaster.
I naively thought it was possible in Toronto.
Of course, our team will remember her and know where she is.
Maybe they are still treating malnutrition in Dildar or her child.
A few weeks ago, a heavily pregnant Dilda fled her home in Myanmar on foot, fleeing the persecution that we now know is responsible for the death of thousands of Rohingya Muslims --
Her elderly mother, didal, is with three young children.
Her fourth can\'t wait for safety.
Dilda survived the bush in the uninhabited area between Myanmar and Bangladesh.
The frightened family walked for seven days, desperately searching for safety --
No food or water.
When they arrived at our clinic, they were dehydrated, malnourished and traumatized.
Our team treated and fed didal\'s family and wrote down her story.
She didn\'t give her son a name.
She has more important things to do, like keeping him alive.
Her story touched many of our supporters in Canada who had been watching the tragedy unfold.
I want to find didal and know her son\'s name.
It\'s not as easy as I thought.
I spent three days at the kutubang refugee camp outside Cox Bazar in southern Bangladesh.
One of the largest camps in the world.
More than 700,000 refugees fleeing violence, rape and massacre have settled here in the past few weeks.
Think about it.
This is the population of Winnipeg or Edmonton.
More than half are children.
Dealing with crises is part of my job, so I should get used to it.
But I was sad and was greatly influenced by what I saw in Bangladesh this week. So many kids.
So many people, just because of their religion and where they were born, have their lives torn apart.
I saw people\'s faces showing trauma and exhaustion, and they rushed to cope in the rapidly growing camp.
Read in detail: what did they do to us?
The survivors described the brutal massacre of Rohingya Muslims by Myanmar armed forces in Myanmar villages, who have been sweeping and methodically killing 21 women, 21 reports of brutal rape by Burmese soldiers, but I am also encouraged by the work of aid agencies like ours.
As the first organization in the region to cooperate with the persecuted Rohingya
We are here since 2009.
Action Against Hunger provides food to up to 86,000 refugees every day.
This is a large-scale operation involving more than 700 employees and more than 2,000 volunteers.
There is no doubt that, in my opinion, thousands of people would die if it were not for humanitarian organizations like us to respond quickly.
In the camp, I watched the production line where volunteers mixed the large barrels of lentils with oil, pumpkins, onions, garlic and rice.
Our volunteers poured the warm part into a bright pink plastic bag and threw it into a huge flatbed truck --
Like thousands of loose words.
Before handing them out to the camp
We also distribute a lot of water.
Environmental protection is usually not a top priority in a crisis, but I was pleasantly surprised to see our team reuse large bottles from local dumps.
Before refilling them with fresh water, we rinse them with chlorine solution.
Unfortunately, a large number of residents in the area are influencing the landscape in other ways.
Nearby is the home of wild elephants;
Recently, three Rohingya children and their mother were trampled to death after seeking shelter on the elephant sidewalk.
The main thing you notice is the scale of the crisis.
People and temporary homes for miles.
Of course, all camps are characterized by the smell of sewage and human debris;
People waiting in line for food, blankets and medicines;
Anxious refugees look for ways to survive in chaos.
Some sell bananas, soap and peanuts.
Others have also created temporary restaurants for those who can afford coach bread and curry.
Every corner has constant construction.
Bamboo poles on bicycles are used for new tents, local volunteers pile bricks to build walls for new sanitary facilities, and cement is poured into molds for new toilets --
All of this is to satisfy what seems like a steady stream of refugees from Myanmar.
I didn\'t expect so many children, especially those who are not cared for by adults.
Crowds of young people marched in a document with a large bag of supplies on their heads and walked next to the chaotic and dirty streets to avoid the constant emergence of red cars, construction trucks and humanitarian SUVs.
Sometime this week, a child no more than 8 years old comes to one of our treatment facilities with a baby.
Care for children;
Under her charge, she could hardly cope with it.
Two adults from our team helped her weigh the baby with the Alexa and check her upper arm to assess her nutritional status.
The child is in the red area.
When our staff recorded the details of the malnourished baby on the tracking sheet, the older waited.
They handed the same bag of ready-made stuff to its young Guardian. to-
Using therapeutic food
A peanut called plumpy \'nut.
Base paste in plastic packaging
Feed the sick baby.
The older child adjusted the young man on the hip, walked out the door and the deal was done.
I\'m the only one who feels unusual.
Our team did not blink.
As I finally gave up, we found didal and her family.
She lives in a place with tents that we built early in the crisis.
We crossed a wooden bridge that had recently been built, turned over the foul sewer, crossed the muddy path and reached her tent.
The children peeped from the gap in the nearby shelter and were curious about the strange tourists.
Dildar welcomed us into her tent where she showed her healthy children.
The tent was dark and crowded, but now it\'s home.
She told us that she had not heard from her husband since she left Myanmar.
She suspects he\'s dead.
Her children are all strong now.
I watched one of them chew something up high.
Energy strengthening cookies
She finally had time to name her 4-month-old son, Rofiq.
I spent some time with my family, especially the young Rofiq.
I looked at his big brown eyes: bright, innocent, completely unaware of the struggle his family faced to keep him safe.
At this moment, I thank all those who have contributed to our work in Bangladesh in Canada --
Many donors and the federal government have stepped up their aid efforts during the year, when we often seem to shift from one crisis to another.
Rofiq has a second chance now.
Before we leave, I ask Dildar about her future through our translator.
Her answer is simple.
\"I wish I could go home.
That\'s all I have.
I want to find her in Bangladesh this week because of the anti-hunger action in Toronto, Canada
The aid organization I helped used her story to illustrate the refugee crisis that took place here;
She posed a face in the disaster.
I naively thought it was possible in Toronto.
Of course, our team will remember her and know where she is.
Maybe they are still treating malnutrition in Dildar or her child.
A few weeks ago, a heavily pregnant Dilda fled her home in Myanmar on foot, fleeing the persecution that we now know is responsible for the death of thousands of Rohingya Muslims --
Her elderly mother, didal, is with three young children.
Her fourth can\'t wait for safety.
Dilda survived the bush in the uninhabited area between Myanmar and Bangladesh.
The frightened family walked for seven days, desperately searching for safety --
No food or water.
When they arrived at our clinic, they were dehydrated, malnourished and traumatized.
Our team treated and fed didal\'s family and wrote down her story.
She didn\'t give her son a name.
She has more important things to do, like keeping him alive.
Her story touched many of our supporters in Canada who had been watching the tragedy unfold.
I want to find didal and know her son\'s name.
It\'s not as easy as I thought.
I spent three days at the kutubang refugee camp outside Cox Bazar in southern Bangladesh.
One of the largest camps in the world.
More than 700,000 refugees fleeing violence, rape and massacre have settled here in the past few weeks.
Think about it.
This is the population of Winnipeg or Edmonton.
More than half are children.
Dealing with crises is part of my job, so I should get used to it.
But I was sad and was greatly influenced by what I saw in Bangladesh this week. So many kids.
So many people, just because of their religion and where they were born, have their lives torn apart.
I saw people\'s faces showing trauma and exhaustion, and they rushed to cope in the rapidly growing camp.
Read in detail: what did they do to us?
The survivors described the brutal massacre of Rohingya Muslims by Myanmar armed forces in Myanmar villages, who have been sweeping and methodically killing 21 women, 21 reports of brutal rape by Burmese soldiers, but I am also encouraged by the work of aid agencies like ours.
As the first organization in the region to cooperate with the persecuted Rohingya
We are here since 2009.
Action Against Hunger provides food to up to 86,000 refugees every day.
This is a large-scale operation involving more than 700 employees and more than 2,000 volunteers.
There is no doubt that, in my opinion, thousands of people would die if it were not for humanitarian organizations like us to respond quickly.
In the camp, I watched the production line where volunteers mixed the large barrels of lentils with oil, pumpkins, onions, garlic and rice.
Our volunteers poured the warm part into a bright pink plastic bag and threw it into a huge flatbed truck --
Like thousands of loose words.
Before handing them out to the camp
We also distribute a lot of water.
Environmental protection is usually not a top priority in a crisis, but I was pleasantly surprised to see our team reuse large bottles from local dumps.
Before refilling them with fresh water, we rinse them with chlorine solution.
Unfortunately, a large number of residents in the area are influencing the landscape in other ways.
Nearby is the home of wild elephants;
Recently, three Rohingya children and their mother were trampled to death after seeking shelter on the elephant sidewalk.
The main thing you notice is the scale of the crisis.
People and temporary homes for miles.
Of course, all camps are characterized by the smell of sewage and human debris;
People waiting in line for food, blankets and medicines;
Anxious refugees look for ways to survive in chaos.
Some sell bananas, soap and peanuts.
Others have also created temporary restaurants for those who can afford coach bread and curry.
Every corner has constant construction.
Bamboo poles on bicycles are used for new tents, local volunteers pile bricks to build walls for new sanitary facilities, and cement is poured into molds for new toilets --
All of this is to satisfy what seems like a steady stream of refugees from Myanmar.
I didn\'t expect so many children, especially those who are not cared for by adults.
Crowds of young people marched in a document with a large bag of supplies on their heads and walked next to the chaotic and dirty streets to avoid the constant emergence of red cars, construction trucks and humanitarian SUVs.
Sometime this week, a child no more than 8 years old comes to one of our treatment facilities with a baby.
Care for children;
Under her charge, she could hardly cope with it.
Two adults from our team helped her weigh the baby with the Alexa and check her upper arm to assess her nutritional status.
The child is in the red area.
When our staff recorded the details of the malnourished baby on the tracking sheet, the older waited.
They handed the same bag of ready-made stuff to its young Guardian. to-
Using therapeutic food
A peanut called plumpy \'nut.
Base paste in plastic packaging
Feed the sick baby.
The older child adjusted the young man on the hip, walked out the door and the deal was done.
I\'m the only one who feels unusual.
Our team did not blink.
As I finally gave up, we found didal and her family.
She lives in a place with tents that we built early in the crisis.
We crossed a wooden bridge that had recently been built, turned over the foul sewer, crossed the muddy path and reached her tent.
The children peeped from the gap in the nearby shelter and were curious about the strange tourists.
Dildar welcomed us into her tent where she showed her healthy children.
The tent was dark and crowded, but now it\'s home.
She told us that she had not heard from her husband since she left Myanmar.
She suspects he\'s dead.
Her children are all strong now.
I watched one of them chew something up high.
Energy strengthening cookies
She finally had time to name her 4-month-old son, Rofiq.
I spent some time with my family, especially the young Rofiq.
I looked at his big brown eyes: bright, innocent, completely unaware of the struggle his family faced to keep him safe.
At this moment, I thank all those who have contributed to our work in Bangladesh in Canada --
Many donors and the federal government have stepped up their aid efforts during the year, when we often seem to shift from one crisis to another.
Rofiq has a second chance now.
Before we leave, I ask Dildar about her future through our translator.
Her answer is simple.
\"I wish I could go home.
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