“It’s been one week since I came to Bangladesh,” said Naraasha. “My husband is here but he is sick with fever.”
“After coming here I took shelter in one place but someone pushed me to move to another place, and then another place, and then another place.”
Fleeing violence, Nuraasha had arrived in Bangladesh with nothing. Someone gave her a small amount of food but it’s running out, she said. I asked how she has been feeding her baby.
“I got a packet of milk and fried rice. I am feeding him these things slowly. My baby only had the milk, a little bit, not more. So I mixed the fried rice with the milk.”