In southern Bangladesh, silt islands along the Jamuna River regularly appear and disappear. These ‘chars‘ are populated, despite the fact that they are completely flooded during the monsoon season.
Part of the great river Brahmaputra, the Jamuna river sees the emergence and disappearance of these ‘chars’ every year. The people who live here are known as the Chauras, and they have organized their lives around rise and fall of the waters. They go about their agricultural work and live in small communities, always knowing that everything they have built up can be destroyed with the coming of the monsoon season.
The film also documents the dry season, when the river Jamuna recedes, leaving long white sand beds and new islands of fertile soil. Chaura Rahim Shorkar has plenty to do now and hopes to harvest the crops in time for the next flood.
Rahim does not want to trade his life here for one on the mainland. His wife Alea, however, takes a more critical view. What future do they have here? What future awaits their six-year-old son Ashik?
At any moment, they could face the same fate as their neighbor Shuruz Saman, who has been hit for the sixth time in his life. All his fields and land have been swallowed up by the water and once again, making a new start costs him his entire savings.
All the Chauras know this suffering. They all help each other, lending a hand when the corrugated iron walls of their houses need to be moved again because of the waters. Life here is not easy and will not get easier. On the contrary, climate change is set to intensify the extremes of the monsoon and dry seasons.
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Since the beginning of time, melting glaciers in the Himalayas
have been feeding countless rivers. They pour out of
the mountain range, running like veins throughout
the South Asian continent. One of the most powerful
is the Brahmaputra, which travels thousands of
kilometres before crossing Bangladesh and flowing into the Bay of Bengal. Here, the river is known as Jamuna. The Jamuna creates and
floods many islands in its course. In Bengali, these ever-shifting
island sandbars are called "Char”,
derived from "Chora,”
which means, “wandering”. The 3 million people who live on
the islands call themselves "Chauras”. "But we don't migrate,"
they say, "the islands do. We just have to wander along." From June to September,
during the monsoon, the river's tides wash
up fertile sediment that produces a bountiful
harvest in the dry season. The floods provide both
fish and joy to the Chauras. But they also take - gnawing
at the shoreline of the old chars, flooding the islands,
and causing pain. L
ike nomads, the Chauras move from
flooded islands to newly emerging ones. But they are used
to this. They know: The river gives them fertile soil on
which they can grow and work again. A life of construction,
destruction, and reconstruction. No fish. Nothing. Fishing is torture. Oh dear. Didn't you catch
anything? It's not bad. Careful, careful! That's enough for lunch. 33-year-old Rahim Schorkar isn’t
actually a fisherman, but a farmer. Together with his wife Alea Begam
he feeds his 6-person ho
usehold. Besides their two children, his younger
brother and mother also live with them. Rahim and his neighbours live on Char
Rulipara, in the middle of the Jamuna. The monsoons began months ago, and
the river is gnawing away at the islands. But the tidal waves that usually
flood the chars are not here this year, even in August. For us Chauras, the river is
both a curse and a blessing. Here, where the Jamuna now flows, our
Char Rulipara was actually everywhere. There were roads, schools,
concre
te buildings, we had everything. Then from the east the river started
pushing and ripping everything away. But right here a char could come up
again and people could settle again. And over there, where our
village of Rulipara is now, the Jamuna used to flow.
Big ships used to pass by. I saw it myself as a child. The Char Rulipara has now been stable
for 12 years. But it is the exception. Rulipara is one of a dozen chars that
make up the Gabshara Union district. Not all the islands in the distr
ict
have reached such an age. Every few years, Jamuna
washes away some of the chars, only to later wash up
new sediment elsewhere. Not far from Rahim, until
recently, lived Shur-Uz-Zaman Mia. There only water can be
seen now because Jamuna has reclaimed large
parts of his former home. Jamuna has taken over. Shur-Uz-Zaman, a farmer, lived
here with his family for eight years. Over here was my house. A piece of
field was washed away with the property. Here was a house, over there
was a neighbour,
there was another, here was another friend of
mine. Seven homes were here. The school that Shur-uz Zaman's
son attends must be demolished. The water is only a few
metres away from its foundation. The rubble will be reused,
building material is precious. It’s not clear where the school will
be rebuilt. For now, it remains closed. My son went to this school. My property is gone and now
we are losing the school too. This building you see
here, we built it 6 years ago. Now we have to take it down ag
ain. Before, this school was somewhere else, then we had to take it down
due to erosion and rebuild it here. Tens of times we’ve had to
move with the school like this. Monsoon season and
erosion go hand in hand. You never know which island the
river will take next. Nurpur perhaps? This char is only
four years old. It doesn’t make a particularly
powerful impression. But farmers who don't have many fields
often have no choice but to settle here. Come, follow your mother! Amina Khatun lives here. S
he is
married and has two daughters. Her husband Assir
Uddin Khalifa is a farmer. Unfortunately, some of
his fields have flooded and he’s no longer able to feed
his family from field work alone. He also sells
goods at the market. We all have to live in
a hut, with the animals. We are afraid of thieves or
robbers because the river is so close. There are often river pirates here.
We are poor, we have a few animals. If the thieves and robbers take that
away from us, how will we survive? Last time t
he water was
up to here. Up to the waist. It was very difficult
to live here. Then we moved to a
neighbour's house for a few days, and the flood hit us there too. Then we had to build a rack up high to
keep the animals away from the water. Often, we also slept on a boat. Rahim's Char, Rulipara,
is stable - for the moment. The people here still feel safe
from Jamuna and its powerful tides. But even they are not
completely safe from the floods. That's mine. I grew that myself. It’s grown well. T
his
rice is brand new. Thanks to technical development,
we can try new varieties. They grow very well.
The yield is higher. When I was a child, you could
only harvest a third of a field like this. This char only came up
from the river 12 years ago. But, well, people
have become wiser. We plant trees immediately
to anchor the soil. And we can eventually
sell the trees later. This foundation,
we built it in 2011. After that we had to
wait until the earth settled. When the water comes
onto the prop
erty here, we have to bring extra soil here
with the boat and then we build a hill, and then we put the
animals on this hill. And for cooking, you
can see the earth oven. Of course, it gets
covered with water. Then we build a high rack and
on top of it, again, a new stove. We try to keep the wood dry
and on top of it we sit and cook. I often tell him that maybe we
should move to the mainland, but he doesn't want to leave the Char.
He loves the Char more than anything. The mainland is out
of the
question for him. I tell her, why don't you get
some money from your parents? Why don't you get 500,000
taka? We'll buy a plot of land there. But she can't, she dreams
of a house on the mainland. We just don't have the money. Both Rahim and his
wife Alea are busy all day. Like her husband, she’s
educated. But here on the Chars, there’s no opportunity for women
to put their schooling to use. Alea supports her husband in his work
and earns extra money as a seamstress. The neighbours buy their clot
hes
from her instead of on the mainland. Because little harvesting takes
place during the monsoons, many Chauras live off of
fishing during the rainy season. But in recent years, the highly
sought-after catch has been dwindling. There are many
different kinds of fish. And practised Chauras can even
catch them with their bare hands. Look how big it is! The farmers no longer use the
fish solely to feed their families. At the port of Gobindashi, they
bring their fish to be auctioned off, supplement
ing their livelihood. Rahim , too, sometimes
visits the market in Gobindashi. Nothing for me there. Four hundred sixty. Four hundred
sixty. Anyone 70? Four hundred seventy? Five hundred! Anyone five hundred
fifteen? Five hundred fifteen?? Nobody? Then it's
gone for five hundred. Rahim brings the expensive
fish home for supper. Rahim can still trust that his
land is safe from the rising waters. But not far away,
it’s a different story. Shur-Uz-Zaman
has given up his land and is storing parts of
h
is house at his relatives’. Here are all the individual
pieces of a complete hut. And a few walls of another
hut. I also put them on top. When we take down or rebuild
the huts, it takes a lot of people. Logistically, it's a big
effort that also costs money. It is very tedious work. But we Chauras help each other. If I decide to take down my
house today and tell the neighbours, they come right away. If I hear that another neighbour is
relocating, whether he tells me or not, I go there and help ta
ke down the
hut, transport it away and rebuild it. All Chauras help
each other like that. Shur-Uz-Zaman and his
family have to stay with relatives until they find a safe place for
a new home. The river is rising. As unstable as the chars are, the land and farmland
on them are still surveyed and entered into
the land register. All Chauras keep their title deeds
in case their flooded land reappears. Perhaps this time
Shur-Uz-Zaman will get lucky and Jamuna will give
him back the land it took. This
is what it looks like
before the flood waters arrive. The green grassland
is food for cattle. But in order to cultivate the
land, the grass has to disappear. Usually, the flood
takes care of that. When it doesn’t, the farmers have
to destroy the grass with chemicals in order to be able to plant. Jute is a particularly
hardy crop, but it can only be grown
in the rainy season. There’s a reason it’s called the
‘golden thread’ of Bangladesh. It thrives, even when flooded. For the jute, water is a f
riend. It likes stagnant water, the
more brackish, the better. After harvesting, the stalks
must be left to soften in the water, so their threads can be pulled. The remaining parts of the plant are
used as building and burning material. A kilo of jute
fetches about 1 euro. The farmers earn about 400
to 500 euros from the harvest. Significantly more
than the 100-200 euros they would otherwise
earn per month. With products
like jute and rice, the Chauras have adapted to the
rhythm of the dry and r
ainy seasons. When it comes to electricity, they
must also adapt to the rules of nature. Solar panels are easy to use
and mobile. Until a few years ago, expensive oil was the only
source of energy for the Chauras. Today, children grow up
with solar energy as the norm. For 6-year-old Ashik,
it’s commonplace. Rahim's brother Sharkar even
runs his laptop off the panels. The computer is connected to the
internet through his mobile phone. When you are done here, could
you please weed the paddy field?
Okay. I have to go to a meeting. My brother graduated well from
school. But farming is his great passion. He didn't want to
do anything else. And I want to work as a
web designer from home. My brother supports me to learn this
profession, to buy all this equipment. He supports me financially. But I don't have any
training in web design. I follow the work of professional
web designers in the country, even the
internationally-known ones. I read their books, follow
their blogs and YouTube videos
. I think the young people
on the chars are very smart. If I can get them together, I would like to start a company here
to provide services like this online. Unusually late, in early September,
the tidal floods have finally come. Normally, the Chauras expect three tidal waves
between June and the end of August. But this time the rising
waters come only once. Here, too, climate
change is evident. Within a few days, the flood
waters reach dangerous levels. As the river takes its toll, no one’s th
inking about
the fertile sediment it brings. Even though the floods will ensure
a bountiful harvest for the Chauras in the coming dry season. The water has been standing
here in the field for three days. Seven days ago it started to
rise. First the river was swollen. Then, in the last 3 days,
the water entered here. If the water just continues
to rise, all the rice will be lost. I don't know if I'm lucky
enough to save this rice crop. It’s grown so beautifully. The water is close
to our yard now
. When the children play here, they
could fall into a hole, it's dangerous. I want to take a bath, Papa! No, you just had a shower. Well, that's how
it is, our life here. A few days ago we
were walking on this path. Everything was still dry. And
now we are walking in the water. Sometimes the water comes up
to our chests, or over our heads. Sometimes there is
even a current here. Rahim seems relaxed about the
flooding. Alea is more concerned. The ground near
their home is still dry. But if the wa
ter
enters the yard, everyday life will become
much more difficult. As evidenced in this footage
from the past quarter century, the Chauras have had to
develop extraordinary survival skills to adapt to the floods. Floods - which the Chauras
say are increasingly worse due - only in part - to nature. A bridge was built
here 25 years ago, forcing the once 14-kilometre-wide
river into a narrower channel. The Chauras say that
until the bridge was built, the floods were not as
dramatic as they are tod
ay. This time, there was only one
tidal wave in the monsoon season. It left behind huge amounts of
fertile soil that had to be tilled. The dry season has long since begun.
Now, 5 months later, it’s harvest time. Rahim was not lucky with his rice
field. The water destroyed the crop. But he was able to
save his other fields. The landscape, which until
now was a disaster area, suddenly looks very different. It now gives the impression one can
live well here. It is a different world. But distances t
hat could be
covered quickly by boat or water taxi in the monsoon season
now take much longer. In the monsoon season, the water
is overwhelming, now, it is scarce. But farmers desperately
need it to irrigate their fields. The soil is still wet in some
places and good for planting rice. Rice can be grown all year, but must
be harvested before the floods come. It's not just rice
that grows here. Throughout the dry season, the Chauras are busy
harvesting one field after another. Groundnuts, maize,
sweet potatoes,
mustard and coriander keep Rahim busy. We don't actually think
there is a river here. All these floods are
like a blessing for us. Because the more often the flood
comes, the better it is for our farming, the more we can grow. All this is just a river
when the monsoons come. When it’s over,
this is our farmland. These fields only lie unplanted
for two or three months, just where they are flooded. Only
during this time can we not cultivate. Then, everything is a river. That's why
I think we live in
the river, but it doesn't feel like it. And our soil here
has a big advantage: we don't necessarily always
need water for the plants. Sometimes you just see sand. For example, here, this soil. There,
see how the peanuts are thriving. But you can see
how dry the soil is. Rahim’s neighbor,
Shur-Uz-Zaman has been lucky. Rajapur Island has reappeared from
the river. He owns a plot of land on it. The soil is nice and high, and it seems to be protected
from the erosion that cost him
huts and fields during
the last monsoon. Now he’s building the
foundations for his new home here. It will need to be high enough to
stay afloat during the next flood. Now we are moving from the
Eastern to the Western side. We can actually make a good
living from farming and agriculture. But this erosion is the problem. For example, this house
that I have to rebuild here, it will cost me almost a
thousand euros all together. I could have saved this money.
But I am forced to spend it. That is the
problem
for us Chauras. If every three or four years the
river eats away at my property, I cannot keep my savings. Even though there are no
trees here yet to fortify the island, the new plot looks promising.
The river is a safe distance away. Shur-Uz-Zaman planned
the move ahead of time, and all the neighbours
are pitching in. Things are looking good for
Shur-Uz-Zaman at the moment. But no one knows when Jamuna will get hungry again and
start gnawing on the shoreline. Most of the Chauras
are de
vout Muslims. Praying five times a day,
however, is something very few do. But no farmer wants to
miss the spiritual chanting at harvest time
in late February. Have you been to school? Yes, I saw the teacher. What did he say? He said I should study hard.
I invited him to our house. Did you feed the cows? I think so, but check. You go abroad by plane. Abroad, that's right.
And what’s that? That's a U. A long U! Look, you see this raft
here. Do you know what it's made of? Banana trees! Right! What
did they
put on this raft? Sheep. And look at the girl,
that's the boy's sister. See how scared she is. She's
afraid of falling into the water. But I'm not afraid of the water. Char Nurpur has also
survived the monsoon. But now, there is a
lot to do in the fields. Amena's husband Asir Uddin can
take care of their younger daughter. He doesn’t have
to travel far to work. This means Amina can take
care of the older daughter's schooling and have
more time for housework. My father was a cattle trade
r. As a child, he used
to take me with him, so I watched him and learned
how the business works. I ddn't finish school, so I have to earn my
money as a salesman. I managed a little bit.
Until the seventh grade. Then my parents married
me off, so I couldn't continue. We are poor Chauras. Girls
get married off quite early. And when you're married,
you can't go to school. Then you have to work at home. I would have had a good
chance to finish school, my parents made
an effort. But I blew it. It’s l
ike you are blind even
though your eyes are healthy. The people who have
education, they can see properly, they can understand everything
and do a lot of things with their lives. Everything is much easier for them.
And those who have no education at all, they are like blind people with
healthy eyes. That's how it is. There are even people who
can't write their own name. I can home educate
my children up to grade 7. I'll take another bundle.
No, no, no, that's enough! One more! Wait until next ti
me. Here! I want to take one more. That's enough. I want another one.
You won't make it. I will! The dry season has brought a
good harvest and some security. The rice stalks are a
precious commodity because they feed the most
important thing of all - the animals. They have to be stored up high
so that the floods won’t reach them. Papa. Papa. Look!
Look what I have here. My goodness! So much? Where do I put it? Bring it here, please. For 6-year-old Ashik, life on
the char is still an adventure. H
e doesn't know what's in store
for the family. The monsoon season. With it, a time of
uncertainty will begin again. Even though the family knows
how to deal with the rhythm of nature, there is no secure foundation
for an easy life. Alea knows that. You have to cross the river here
every time to bring in the harvest? That's going to be hard again. Did you grow crops
there last year? No, even further away.
That was very exhausting. I don't know yet how I'll make
it this year. Are you coming? No, I
don't want to. Why not? It’s too far to walk! Why
don't you get some help? You know the women who work in
the fields carry huge sacks of peanuts. They're used to it.
I've never done that. Why shouldn’t you? You can try it sometime. No, I don't want to. I’m supposed to do
everything myself or what?! Who else? I was hoping that at some point
we would live on the mainland so that the children
could go to school. Do you have assets
there on the mainland? Well, you don't want to
give up your fields
here. You also quit
your job in the city. Just to plough on the chars all the
time. But that's not enough for a life. I guess you want me
to toil alone in town and send you money so
you can have a good life. Then keep digging in the
sand! You don't need a job. Tell that to your sons! They should make money on
the mainland and build a life there. I'll stay here on the Char! Many Chauras think like Rahim.
They may never give up this land. But two constants remain: the Char’s shifting nature and
th
e Chauras desire for security.
Comments
Thank you. I visited a few regions in Bangladesh last year. I found the people most extraordinary: very open and friendly, curious, hardworking and optimistic for the future. I wish all these people a long and happy life.
DW became a master of quality documentary making. Love from Bangladesh.
This is one of the real pictures of Bangladesh. Though their daily life journey is so hard and full of struggle, their smiling faces inspire us. As a Bangladeshi, I am encouraged by them. Thanks to DW to present this content.
Our house already broken four times. Alhamdulillah we have never left the River. Because the river is connected to our soul. Really goosebumps feelings when i was watching DW. Full documentary i enjoyed with tears. Thanks DW From: Balorampur, Kurigram, Bangladesh. 🧡🧡🧡
The young man's dream to take advantage of IT to improve his life is admirable. I wish him the best.
This is how people should be helping and supporting each other. I really hope the younger brother makes his dream of working from home on computers come true! All the best to these amazing strong adaptable people. Even with difficulties they are smiling and laughing. I can learn a lot from these people about gratitude and appreciation.
This is really beautiful. As a Bangladeshi I didn't see any Bangladeshi documentary like this, this is truly masterpiece. Nice work keep it up ❤
What an absolutely fantastic documentary. I’d never heard of the Chauras before, and now I am in awe at these courageous, resilient and extremely hard-working people. Thank you.
Thank you for producing an amazing documentary. The resilience and love for their "chars" is truly admirable.
This was once the land of my forefathers. Thankyou DW for making such a documentary that shows the beauty of Bangladesh. ❤
What a terrific documentary! I am from Bangladesh and the only chauras I met in person were those who lost their land due to land erosion and then came to the city looking for work- they are desperately poor and miserable. But this documentary portrays resourceful contented people who have at least some education and also aspiration. The little boy’s playfulness, the young man’s ambition, the couple’s disagreement, the lady’s insight into the importance of education- all of these are exceptionally endearing. Thanks to DW.
Firstly, I want to express my gratitude to DW for creating such an extraordinary documentary about the wilderness of Bangladesh. This documentary accurately portrays the true spirit of the people of Bangladesh. Despite countless adversities, the people of Bangladesh remain cheerful, always hopeful of a better future. They perceive challenges as blessings, and they conquer fear. A young boy from a rural area can dream of starting a company, even in the face of limited resources. A person can step forward to help another without being asked. What I'd like to emphasize is that we have learned to cope with the adversities of nature, but we are still struggling to adapt to the adversities created artificially. I'm not sure whether we'll be able to or not. Prominent among the artificial adversities are floods artificially caused by neighboring countries and global warming on an international scale. Please do not impose artificial disasters on us. We have, by the grace of God, the ability to overcome natural calamities. We are children of nature; nature governs us and in return, nature loves us, sacrificing itself for us. Thank you again for presenting Bangladesh so beautifully to the world.
Rahim's younger brother, he is very confident and positive minded boy. I can clearly say there are So many dreams in his eyes. May God fulfil all his dreams. I wish him the best.
Thank you DW for making documentary about my beautiful country... Love from Bangladesh ❤️
Love Bangladesh from Srinagar Kashmir 🌲❤️
Bangladesh is an amazing story and the resiliant Chauras shows us why. Against all odds the country has become an economic miracle. This is one American who is heartily rooting for its success.
Respect to these hardworking,intelligent, optimistic and good hearted people of Bangladesh.....sure they are extremely capable of leading a good life provided they get enough resources...amazing documentary
Kudos to Bangladeshi people... greetings from 🇱🇰 Sri Lanka
Bangladesh is land of river .She has more than seven hundred river.Humble request to all to visit this beautiful land.Special thanks to DW for covering the struggle of people of Jamuna silt island.
I just wanna say its the real bngldsh people , hard working-smile-possitive thinking , terima kasih (thx) for made this documentary , i like Bangladesh , salam-greetings-menyapa from jkrta