The end of a chapter

As I write this long-overdue posting I find myself reflecting on the last few weeks we spent in our beloved Bangladesh.

The memories that spring to mind are the noise of the cricket ground as Tamim scored a century as he went into bat against England in their 1 day international in Mirpur, the smell of the puri and shingaras gentling sizzling away as we rode past the road-side eateries on a rickshaw from our house to Road 27, the hooting of the horns as we sit in a traffic jam in the back of a CNG, the huge, warm, loving smiles that greet us as we walk through the door of a brother and sister's house or the noisy chit chatter of a group of eager women sitting on our lounge floor doing some craft activity at one of our sister's mornings. All these wonderful memories of a country that has occupied such a large place in our heart over the past 18 months.

The last few weeks in Bangladesh were, as you can imagine, rather chaotic to say the least. At the end of Feb / beginning of March, 2 friends from our church in the UK came to stay. One of the people in question had lived in Bangladesh before, so was fully prepared for the craziness of life in Dhaka and his wife very quickly got to grips with it, having endured the somewhat harrowing ride back from the airport and arriving to a house full of lovely ladies from our church in Dhaka, all sitting on the floor chatting away at one of sister's mornings.

As always, it was a privilege to be able to share our enthusiasm for this amazing country with friends and to explore some of the little gems of Dhaka.

We shared meals with colleagues from work, brothers and sisters from church and indulged in some of the Dhaka delicacies (yes; there are a few out there, believe it or not!). The hospitality which we were shown in that week was really an insight into what makes Bangladesh such an inviting country. I know we've said it on numerous occasions but we never cease to be humbled by the open-hearted generosity shown towards us by people in Bangladesh.

We also went on a staff outing to the cricket ground to see England's first 1-day International against Bangladesh. We paid £2 for 7 hours of sheer entertainment. You can't help but get swept up in the carnival atmosphere of the occasion, whether due to these little plastic hooters that everyone seemed to have a blow at any opportunity, or the ridiculous celebratory dances that one group indulged in every time Bangladesh did something worth celebrating, or the chanting for "Tamim Bhay" (Bhay = brother) when he went into bat, or even the men scurrying around the score board tower moving the numbers around as more runs were added. All of this, along with a very excitable group of Bangladeshis colleague went to make this a very enjoyable and memorable introduction to this strange cricketing world and also one of those very lasting memories of Bangladesh.

As if this wasn't exciting enough, we also found great amusement from a visit to the opticians (boring though it may sound, everything seems to turn into an adventure when you're doing the seemingly mundane things of life in a completely different culture). All 4 of us went en masse to the opticians to get some new specs for our friend (infinitely cheaper over here than back home). We entered the small glass-fronted shop, all sat down at the insistence of the manager and then the fun began. As our friend showed even the slightest interest in glasses, the man behind the counter felt it his duty as service-provider to get out a vast range of other pairs of glasses for our friend to try and when we had exhausted the range in the cabinet, out came the suitcases also full of various types of specs - everything from Calvin Klein to Armani; all the best genuine fakes, of course!

So, once the laborious task of choosing a set of specs was done, next came the obligatory bartering process, which was equally as fun. I can't remember how much we knocked him down by but I'm sure our white skin and obvious inexperience made us easy targets for some profit-making.

In fact we had so much fun engaging in this process that our friend's wife brought a pair of specs, which started the whole process off again and then Andy and I also decided to join in but just to get the most out of this unique experience, we thought we'd also capitalise on the £2 eye test that was on offer.

Perhaps had it not been teeming down with rain, hail, thunder and lightning we might have left with a few less pairs of glasses than we did but thanks to the totally unseasonal weather, and the cricket being shown on the TV in the shop we ended up leaving the shop almost 2 hours later complete with 4 sets of glasses, 1 pair of sunglasses and 2 eye test results - not bad really!

At the beginning of March a couple arrived, who were volunteering with Oasis for 1 month and who were also due to stay with us, so once again, we had the opportunity of introducing Dhaka to some fresh faces and spill more of our enthusiasm for it into some seemingly willing recipients.

This couple were mainly working with me on a project launched by STOP THE TRAFFIK, called Start Freedom, which is an initiative for secondary schools around the world to raise awareness of human trafficking and to mobilise young people to tell others about it.

We went into various schools teaching the lessons prescribed by STOP THE TRAFFIK and forging contacts in schools in order to pursue the project. We only targeted English Medium schools at the outset, as all the materials were in English. The uptake was amazing; I was so encouraged to see the children really engaging with this subject and being motivated to do something about it. At one school the children took it upon themselves to go into local slums and the villages to raise awareness to their peers about the dangers of human trafficking.

During our last couple of weeks in Bangladesh we took a trip up to Nilphamari to see the factory one last time and to say goodbye to the workers. As became a common theme with all of our 'goodbyes', this was a very emotional event. We went to our processing plant where the workers were busily stripping, cutting, soaking and slivering bamboo in an orderly row, seated on the floor. After a chat to the manager at the site and a look around, the workers stopped what they were doing, assembled in a circle and our dear friend and manager up there gave a very moving speech and presented us with flowers. There were a few tears and exchanges of fond farewells and then we left for the factory. At the factory, the same thing happened, although this time we were presented with a strip of bamboo signed by all the workers and a gift for each of us consisting of a brass plate, bowl a cup. We were so touched at this huge gesture - it really warmed our hearts.

We left the workers with a mixed feeling of satisfaction of having been a part of something so amazing that has really impacted these peoples' lives but also a sense of regret and heartache that we may not see these people again and that the role we had played in this story, up until now, has ended. It was really hard to believe that something that had played such a large part of our lives should so suddenly come to an end.

As we stood in that field looking at rows and rows of bamboo culms drying, with kids laughing and shouting in the background as they ran out of their bamboo school building and the hazy late afternoon Bangladesh sun beating down on us, it was hard to imagine life in the UK and what that would be like.

In the evening we went to a local fair with the Nilphamari manager, his wife, the pre-processing manager and his new wife and the factory manager. This was as strange as we had come to expect from Bangladesh. There were lots of stalls selling these sweet deep fried snacks that looked a lot like pretzels, tea stalls, other stalls selling items of jewellery and accessories, games, shows and the like - very much how I imagine fairs to be in Victorian Britain (although I may be way off the beaten track). One of the events we went to see was a large round wooden pit-type thing, where a motorbike went round and round it, with the audience at the top, getting ever closer to the top of the bit. I'm not sure whether I was more scared by the lack of any safety railing behind me, the rickety wooden ladder we climbed to get up, or the fact that the motorbike got so close he could snatch money out of the hands of people in the crowd. I think they have a lot to learn about health and safety!

Anyway, this very fun, slightly scary evening ended with a ride back to the village and a short stop to let off a sky lantern that we had brought. As we watched the bright sky lantern slowly drifting further and further into the night sky it seemed to be the perfect end to a perfect trip and chapter of our lives and I couldn't help but think that somewhere up there (and all around, in fact) God was smiling down on us, reminding us that whilst we have no clue where our lives may be headed and why on earth we would be drifting so far away from a country we love so dearly, He actually knows exactly what lies ahead and reassuringly has it all in hand.

We then returned to Dhaka on an overnight bus, arriving back home as dawn was just breaking and the newspaper boys were out on the streets sorting the papers and taking their stock to sell on the streets and at the traffic lights.

The following days proceeded in much the same way. Lots of farewell meals, farewell sweets that we came armed with to each house we went to and teary goodbyes. As we went from house to house saying goodbye to people it seemed to get harder and harder as we realised that this is another person, who has impacted our life greatly, that we may never see again.

We had a very lovely 'office goodbye', where we assembled for our extra special team lunch and were presented with some wonderful gifts from our colleagues and some very kind sentiments. We attempted, very feebly to return the sentiments, through blubs and streams of tears. Whilst it's lovely to hear that we will be missed, it also left us with a giant hole inside as the memories of the past 18 months came flooding into our minds and a knowledge that, as we sat with curry in hand amongst a circle of friends in our office in Dhaka, the people sat in those chairs were so different to the people who sat in the same chairs 18 months ago, awkwardly making conversation with this strange bunch of Bangladeshi folk. We realised the way God had shaped us through these wonderful people surrounding us (as well as all the brothers and sisters at church) and how much our lives had been transformed.

When we set off for Bangladesh, we set off with a desire to see transformation; we left looking in the mirror and seeing that the transformation we had witnessed was closer to home than we had expected.

Perhaps the saddest goodbye of all came from a brother at church and his wife, who after a long embrace, left on the words "well sister.....goobye". The words themselves are so few but behind them were feelings of a deep bond that had formed between the 4 of us, a reminder of the lessons of humility and servitude we had learned from this inspirational couple and a longing sense that this might be the last time we may see this couple again until Jesus returns. Suddenly, the world starts to feel very big.

The feeling of leaving Bangladesh was a strange one - whilst being excited to see friends and family again, there was a deep sorrow at leaving our beloved Bangladesh. The only way I can describe it is a feeling of numbness, like when you come home from the holiday of a lifetime and you know you have to go back to work the next day - you feel elated by the memories you've accumulated and the wonderful time you've had but then that sense of inevitable regret as you have to leave it all behind, knowing that actually the 'holiday' could never continue and those feelings of regret are only present because of the relatively short time you've broken away from the normal routines of life.

So, as that chapter of our life comes to an end, another exciting chapter begins, fuelled by the lessons, excitement and joy we experienced in "My Golden Bangladesh" (first line of the national anthem). We are looking forward to seeing what God has in store on this next part of our journey.

Thank you so much to all of you for being a part of our journey so far - we've loved every minute of the ride and all the more so for being able to share it with you.

May God richly bless you, as He has us.

Nic and Andy x x

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