Tale of our workers abroad

Zillur Rahman, Lecturer, University of Development Alternative (UODA), Dhanmondi, Dhaka
Yes, the sordid condition strikes us, stirs our senses as well. The expatriate labourers broke down in tears. Returning home they buried all hopes, aspirations and dreams not only theirs but also that of the near and dear ones. Many sold land, livestock, some even living place for bearing the expenditures. Now what they will do is a big question. As time goes on, people fall in different types of difficulties. The old wound will dry up; people will have new dreams. They can recover! I saw in my childhood Asane bhai, local name, our neighbour, collecting money to go to Saudi Arabia. And he went away. Staying there for a few years, he returned home carrying goods and a bagful of dreams! He could restore a bit of lost property. Then he flew for Saudi Arabia again. After that no one knows what happened to him. There's rumour that he went there illegally and the Saudi authorities caught and imprisoned him. After getting released he returned home. But they confiscated his money which he deposited there. He returned in a wretched condition. But where he took shelter no one knew. One night he emerged from somewhere else. People thronged to see him, which happens in villages. He left the village alone and forever! Alas! Asane bhai, the dream he dreamt broke down into debris. But some lessons remain for us.