Beggars are part of daily life in Dhaka, as they are in India. They are on every street, often with missing limbs, physical deformities, and naked babies hanging from their arm. Many foreigners feel sad and uncomfortable by the presence of beggars. For many expats, the hardest part is when out and about in town. When sitting in traffic (which is a huge part of life in Dhaka), the beggars will hobble their way through the traffic. They will tap on your car window. Sometimes they bring hungry babies to the car. Sometimes, they make eating motions with their hands. If you walk in Dhaka, the beggars may touch your arm and some may follow you. Usually, a guard or policeman (almost every building in the expat areas has a guard and there are uniformed police everywhere) will shoo away the beggars. During Ramadan, the number of beggars surges in Dhaka because they come to where the money is and because part of the Ramadan tradition is for people to give charity (called Eidy). There are many children beggars and articles have been written about how these children are part of gangs run by pimps and that giving money to these children perpetuates the situation. One thing is for sure, if you give anyone money (buying the beggar child’s stickers — a common device), they will remember you for all the rest of your days in Dhaka. When expats roll down their window or keep the door open to give money to the beggars, the beggars will make it difficult to roll the window up or close the door. Sometimes, the beggar will hang on to your leg and not let go even when you walk away. This adds a disconcerting element to an already uncomfortable situation for many expats. The beggars have no time for fear.
If the beggars are hard to handle, you can get tinted windows for the car. Or you can learn to ignore it. The more you ignore the beggars, the quicker they will move on. And never make eye contact.
Normally I don’t take photos of them but I took a few for this blog posting (though not of the countless mangled children).
5 thoughts on “Beggars In Bangladesh – A Reality of Life in Dhaka”
Ive made several comments previously, but have never known if they are received. I lived in Dacca in the 60’s as a young teenager from Canada. My Dad was working with EPWAPDA, which was water and power. I lived in Dhanmundi. Would like to see it again, but it looks big and scary now.
Kevin, thanks again for commenting on my blog. Dhaka has grown immensely but it’s not scary.
“Ramadan tradition is for people to give charity (called Eidy)”..it’s actually called Fit’r..that’s how the Eid that follows is named Eid-ul-Fit’r. Eidy is the money given to younger ones on Eid day; it’s more for fun than charity.
Thanks for correcting me.
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