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What I do in Bangladesh

May 2, 2009

My family and friends have been asking for a bit of narrative about what I am doing here.  It would have been a bit easier a few months ago, before my responsibilities multiplied.

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I am in Dhaka city more often than I was before, because I am now interning for the UNDP (United Nations Development Programme).  At least 3 days a week I go to the IDB Bhaban, where the majority of UN offices in Bangladesh are housed.  Some of my assignments are really interesting–monitoring the bills in Parliament, for example; others are less exciting.  Today, for example, I’m translating parliamentary committee lists into English.  Not so fun, but also not so taxing.

My second responsibility is to the Char Fasson Orphanage.  When I am in Char Fasson, I sleep in a guest room on the second floor of a building that used to house all the children.  Now, it’s in such bad repair that all the children live in two separate buildings on either side of the original structure.  The orphanage provides a good place from which to conduct my research, but I spend a great deal of time doing no research at all.  Instead, I am often hanging out with the children, helping them to play on the computer I brought for them, taking pictures, and showing pictures.  This past week, T and I helped to write a proposal for Save the Children, which would provide up to $40,000 for livestock, salaries, construction, etc at the orphanage.  The goal is to make the orphanage self-sustaining, so that it does not have to depend on either the government or individual donors for its financial stability.

My third responsibility (rather, the first) is to my dissertation research.  This component involves a number of different activities: listening to the conversations of those with whom I am familiar in Char Fasson, interviews with various religious officials and leaders, and observation of a number of religious events.  As I’ve noted in previous posts, some of my best ‘data’ comes quite unexpectedly, but I like to think that’s it’s all a part of placing myself in the right situations and keeping my eyes and ears open.  My research is essentially about the application of Islamic law in rural areas.  I have yet to decide, though, if the final dissertation will be more about women’s interaction with systems of law or on the issues of religious knowledge of various religious officials in the rural area.  Right now, I’m trying to focus on these things called salish courts; they are local courts which are assumed to have a certain right to operate, merely because the participants agree to abide by the decision of the local ‘judge’.  But the people who sit and make judgments in these courts are not trained in law necessarily. They are chosen because they are supposed to be honest, trust-worthy people who will make a just decision.

That’s a fairly good summary of what I’m doing here.  There are lots of other details that consume my life–heat, mosquitos, (lack of) electricity–but that’s all supposed to be secondary to my ‘real’ tasks.  I think at this point–six and a half months in–that it’s fair to say that I’m a fairly good fieldworker, but my strong point really is in my self-awareness of what I’m doing.  I hope that some of my future publications will be about the process of doing fieldwork and the challeneges that arise, especially as a non-Muslim woman working in a patriarchal Muslim area.

Just not my day.

January 22, 2009

I woke up knowing that my cold, instead of going away, had actually gotten worse. The lack of sufficient insulation means that it’s hard to ever get ‘out of the elements.’  Bangladeshis don’t seem to have quite the problems that T and I have, but they certainly suffer, too, in the winter season.

The kids have the day off for the local elections, which means that they’re constantly underfoot.  I don’t mind it in small doses, but it does make it hard to get work done.  They want to color, they want to play on the OLPC laptop that I brought for them, they want to rummage through our stuff to see what we don’t want.  They constantly want us to take their pictures, because they know that I will develop them and bring the pictures back for them. I enjoy engaging in these activities with them, but it requires constant supervision, and after I few days I realize that I haven’t gotten any real research work done.

Seraj comes in every thirty or forty minutes to ask with help on using the internet.  I’ve been slowly teaching him how to use the computer, how to get to his email, and how to read the daily newspapers online.  But he keeps forgetting to connect the modem, after which, of course, the internet does not work.

And in blowing my nose so much I’ve pulled out my nose-ring, which is terribly painful to stick back in.  I actually don’t think I have the energy to put it back in.

Today I went with Rashida as she gave her vote for the local upazila elections.  The policeman overseeing the women’s line of Ward 9 even let me inside to see the voting in action.  As far as I can tell, the oppositition party did not even participate in the local elections here, which doesn’t say much for democracy under the current administration.

giving vote

Upazila elections: giving vote

The Poor and the even Poorer

November 6, 2008

I wrote the last entry because I wanted to provide a sense of what it’s like to live here.  But really, it’s only a small, small picture.  Indeed, as K mentioned, I’m actually not living in a village.  Char Fasson is the local governmental ’seat’ (upazila), and the guestrooms in the orphanage are rather nice in comparison to some of the homes nearby.  There’s running water, and sink and toilet and a desk.

The boys who live here live in rather bad conditions.  They don’t get enough nutrition, and they cannot now stay in the orphanage building because it is falling down.  The building now houses, oddly enough, cows.  Cows are the first step in a large plan for self-sustenance.  You can’t imagine how many things need money around here…

But it does get worse.  Today (Thursday) I went to see the land leased by the orphanage.  Alongside the fields are the houses of the very poor in Char Fasson upazila.  Their children don’t go to school–even when school is free, a child needs clothes, pencils, paper, etc.. and they just don’t have the resources.  They work in the fields, but those fields are owned by other people.  They barely make enough to eat and feed their children.

Couple that lives beside the orphanage paddy fields

Couple that lives beside the orphanage paddy fields