During my journey through the Chittagong Hill Tracts of Bangladesh, I hiked to a remote village inhabited solely by the Mro indigenous community. Tucked away in the hills, the village had just one tube well—symbolizing the scarcity of basic resources that define daily life for its people.
Inside a humble bamboo cottage, I met 72-year-old Hoilo and her young granddaughter, Langrom. Hoilo was visibly weakened by malnutrition, while Langrom battled a severe worm infection. Despite their hardships, their bond radiated strength, tenderness, and resilience.
This encounter revealed more than just the adversity faced by one family. It was a powerful reminder that indigenous cultures—like that of the Mro—are increasingly vulnerable, caught between the forces of neglect and the encroachment of modernity.
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