How Death Turned My Hand, Eyes & Heart Towards The ‘Third World’
(A post that was once hosted on the now defunct LSE Sociology website) The loss of a father for many will often spark not just fury, anger and loss, but invite a calling. And that is what happened to me. Not immediately, but slowly. Drip by drip. Made all the more shocking and frightening as this calling meant I chose to embark on a journey of examining international development at grass roots, all on a shoe string budget. Alone. With no previous professional or academic experience. The how, where and who of it all, I hope to share with you not just in my memoirs but also in this series of exclusive blog posts for LSE Sociology. In 2004, when news came of my father having been hit by a truck on his way to morning prayers in Bangladesh, I recall feeling dazed and robot-like. Yet after news of this abrupt accident, I flew out. Within 24 hours I landed in Osmani Airport, 15 minutes drive from my family home in Sylhet City. However, I soon realised I had be