My Travel History

 Today, March 18, I experienced my first-ever flight, traveling from Dhaka to Jashore. The day before, I was extremely excited to embrace this new experience—something I had never imagined before. My curious and overactive mind kept asking itself countless questions: Will I be scared when the plane takes off? Will I be able to see people, houses, trees, and everything below once I'm in the air? On the day of the flight, we arrived at the airport two hours early. I was accompanied by my aunt, uncle, and one of my closest brothers. As we proceeded through the security check, they inspected everything one by one. Since I was at the end of the checking line, I started feeling nervous. As soon as I stepped forward to cross the security scanner, a red light started blinking, accompanied by an awkward alarm sound. I was shocked—it felt like I had done something terribly wrong. I started sweating for no reason. Some airport staff approached me and held me aside for further checking. They c...

 In 2019, I, along with my closest friend, Babul Shaikh—whom I sometimes called Babul Bhai—planned to go to Ukhiya, Cox’s Bazar for a survey for my master’s thesis. We began our journey from Khulna at 2:30. Some of my well-wishers saw us off as if we were going abroad for a long time. Anyway, the day was very enjoyable for us. Initially, we decided to go to Dhaka and take a rest for one day. That day was Thursday. The next day, on Friday, we were notified that without a national identity card, we would not be allowed to conduct a survey in the Rohingya host community or even in the Rohingya camps. Because of this, we had to return to Khulna to bring our NID. Babul Bhai went back home after his namaz on Friday. He is very fond of spicy food, which is the opposite of my preference. During his journey, he ate heavy food like mutton, ilish, and other rich meals. The journey back to Khulna was a horrible experience for him. Despite this, he did it, and I am grateful for his effort. I wa...