After meeting the in laws, being treated as royalty, we travelled to Sunamgonj, a four hour car journey, a short boat ride crossing the river and then on a motorbike for twenty mins to get to the school (madrassa)… A two floor building housing 140 resident students of which forty are orphans… nearby locals also come so approx 300 students…

This place was a plain field before the efforts of Caravan of Mercy… We joined the group while they were eating… We then went to the village on a motor bike, before leaving Moulana calls us over and I’m thinking what does he want to show me. He introduces me to a kid who has such a bad skin condition that I’m too scared to shake his hands.. In that one instant I was measured as a bad person and feared that its not safe for me… I’m looking at this kids who is crying tears, but these are not tears but fresh puss from his eyes.. Caravan of Mercy has paid for his treatment in Dhaka.. I then see a mother crying for her daughter who has no hands, I’m shocked and Moulana replies ask from Allah, we don’t provide nothing, emphasizing we are only the means.. We then set off on our motor bikes …seeing the pockets of people living all over…seeing the land that is filled with water every year.. Taking tourist pictures… small mosques where Caravan of Mercy pays for the teacher so kids can learn for free… Realizing knowledge is a part of the starvation here.. we then an Aaqiqah for Moulana grand daughter. I also slaughter a cow and we have a BBQ.. The kids do non-stop kidmat (Hospitality), excited simply to be within our company and this, simply feeds them with happiness.. just seeing us.. There are Christian missionaries here too in the village with their setup…they could either see us or them.. without Caravan of Mercy it would have only been them..