Changing Their Destiny

 
    • They all have numbers. Jeans tucked into their high-ankled sneakers. They strut through the airport lounge, moving en masse. We work our way up the corridors leading to the airplane, but many stop just before boarding. The cocky gait has gone. The sad faces look out longingly at the small figures silhouetted on the rooftops. They wave and they wave and they wave. The stewardess has seen it all before and rounds them up, herding them into the aircraft. One by one they disengage themselves, probably realizing for the first time just what they are leaving behind.

      Inside the aircraft it is different. They look around at the metallic finish of the interior, try on the headphones and drink lemonade. They have seats together and whisper to each other about each new thing they see. Abdul Malek, sitting opposite me, is in his early twenties. He is from a small village not far from Goalondo. This is his second attempt. He was conned the first time round. This time his family has sold their remaining land as well as the small shop that they part-own. This time, he says, he is going to make it.

      As in the case of the others, his had been no ordinary farewell. They had all come from the village to see him off. Last night, as they slept outside the exclusive passenger lounge, they had prayed together. Abdul Malek has few illusions. He realizes that on $110 a month, for 18 months, there is no way he can save enough to replace the money that his family has invested.

      But he sees it differently. No-one from his village has ever been abroad. His sisters would get married. His mother would have her roof repaired, and he would be able to find work for others from the village. This trip is not for him alone. His whole family, even his whole village, are going to change their destiny.

      That single hope, to change one’s destiny, is what ties all migrants together whether they be the Bangladeshis who work in the forests of Malaysia, those like Abdul Malek, who work as unskilled labour in the Middle East, or those that go to the promised lands of the US. Not all of them are poor. Many are skilled and well educated. Still, the possibility of changing one’s destiny is the single driving force that pushes people into precarious journeys all across the globe. They see it not merely as a means for economic freedom, but also as a means for social mobility.

      In the 25 years since independence the middle class in Bangladesh has prospered, and many of its members have climbed the social ladder. But except for a very few rags-to-riches stories, the poor have been well and truly entrenched in poverty. They see little hope of ever being able to claw their way out of it, except perhaps through the promise of distant lands.

      So it is that hundreds of workers mill around the Kuwait Embassy in Gulshan, the posh part of Dhaka where the wealthy Bangladeshis and the foreigners live. Kuwait has begun recruiting again after the hiatus caused by the Gulf War, and for the many Bangladeshis who left during the War, and those who have been waiting in the wings, the arduous struggle is beginning. False passports, employment agents, attempts to bribe immigration officials, the long uncertain wait.

      Some wait outside the office of Prince Musa” in Banani. He is king of the agents. His secretary shows me the giant portraits taken with coloured gels”, in an early Hollywood style. She carefully searches for the admiration in my eyes she has known to expect in others. She brings out the press cuttings: the glowing tributes paid by Forbes, the US magazine for and about the wealthy, the stories of his associations with the jet set. She talks of the culture of the man, his sense of style, his private jet, his place in the world of fashion.

      Apart from the sensational eight-million-dollar donation to the British Labour Party in 1994 which Labour denies, but which the Prince” insists was accepted, there are other stories. Some of these I can verify, like the rosewater used for his bath, and the diamond pendants on his shoes (reportedly worth three million dollars). Others, like his friendship with the Sultan of Brunei, the Saudi Royals and leading Western politicians, are attested to by photographs in family albums.

      He was once a young man from a small town in Faridpur, not too distant from Abdul Malek’s home or economic position, who made good. Whether the wealth of the “Prince” derives mainly from commissions paid by thousands of Maleks all over Bangladesh or whether, as many assume, it is from lucrative arms deals, the incongruity of it all remains: the fabulously wealthy are earning from the poorest of the poor.

      Whereas the Prince” has emigrated to the city and saves most of his money abroad, Malek and his friends save every penny and send it to the local bank in their village. Malek is different from the many Bengalis who emigrated to the West after World War Two, when immigration was easier and naturalization laws allowed people to settle. Malek, like his friends, has no illusions about settling” overseas. He knows only too well his status amongst those who know him only as cheap labour. Bangladesh is clearly, irrevocably, his home. He merely wants a better life for himself than the Bangladeshi princes have reserved for him.

      First published in the New Internationalist Magazine (http://www.newint.org/issue287/287banglet.html)

      http://shahidul.wordpress.com/2009/01/25/changing-their-destiny

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Community ties are very strong in the Bangladeshi community. A neighbor at one of her regular visits. Oldham, UK. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

In the warm climates of Bangladesh, the average person goes barefoot, or wears sandals. These boots, worn by Bangladeshi workers in Nepal, to ward off the winter chill, are something they need to get used to. Nepal. 1999. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

Bangladeshi workers in Karachi, Pakistan, need an identity card for protection. They will still get harassed by the police, but need to pay smaller bribes if they possess an identity card. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

Vishnubhai and his "Bhai Friends" came over from Kenya. They have all retired and go walking everyday to the nearby hilltop in shton. On the way back, they drop in on neighbors too old to join them in the walks. Oldham, UK. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

Lokman Hossain works as a cleaner, in Nanyang Technological University, in Singapore. "There are Bangladeshi girls from well to do families who study here. We hear them talk to each other in Bangla, but when we try to talk to them, they pretend they don't know the language". Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

“Our new house is in a green area. You can hear the birds sing. When you close your eyes, you can imagine you are in Bangladesh." A new bride with her niece. The extended family still live together. Oldham, UK. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

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In Oldham, UK, the scene of recent racial riots, the migrant community is much more settled. The early migrants came over in the late 50's and early 60's, to work on the cotton mills. Most of the mills have now closed, and the workers, with little training to do anything else, are mostly retired. Later generations, like these children, have been born here, and have very different views to their parents and grandparents. These girls are taking photographs at a Bangladeshi wedding. The groom is a local counselor, and chairman of the Bangladesh Association of Oldham. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

Child sugarcane plantation worker by the makeshift tents they live in. Over half a million children live in the sugarcane fields. Many have been born there. They do not exist in the government or UNICEF registers, therefore schooling or health facilities for them are not even considered. India. 1998. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

The Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur is said to be one of the tallest buildings in the world. Bangladeshi workers were the main workforce for the construction. These workers resting outside the finished building are unlikely to shop in the expensive boutiques. 1998. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

In Oldham, UK, children in a largely Bangladeshi neighborhood in Belmont Street, pose in their living room. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net

Bangladeshi restaurants provide the main employment opportunity for workers. They do not require papers to work here. While the rates are substantially lower than the legal minimum, they are close to their community and have setup their own social welfare system. Rome, Italy. October 27, 2002. Part of Migrant soul project, an attempt to understand the dreams and the realities of Bangladeshi migrant people. www.migrantsoul.net