Kematian di Bangladesh mungkin cecah 10,000

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sayang_mulut

susah la nak cakap macam tu.. dorang ni mostly orang2 miskin... kalau dorang dah ade tempat berteduh.. dan tempat carik rezki tu.. tu je la dari ketue sampai mati.... tak nasib la kalau kene bencana ape2

dorang ni aku rase bukan tak nak pindah.. banyak bende nak kene pk.. satu nak carik rumah? nak carik keje lagi..anak2 dah la berderet.. kang tak pasal2 anak mati kelaparan dek nak carik tempat tinggal selesa dan selamat punye pasal..

same goes to indonesian yang tinggal pinggir2 bukit kat kawasan gunung berapi...

aritu yang gunung berape ape tu meletop..lupe namenye.. aku ade la tengko tv indon..dorang semua tau gunung tu nak meletop tapi masih refused nak blah sebab takut tak dapat makanan kat kawasan pelarian.. tengok la sendiri orang2 tsunami tu.. berminggu2 baru la dapat makanan...

ade tu cakap.. baik dorang mati macam gini dari mati kelaparan..lagi sengsara...

sayang_mulut

susah la nak cakap macam tu.. dorang ni mostly orang2 miskin... kalau dorang dah ade tempat berteduh.. dan tempat carik rezki tu.. tu je la dari ketue sampai mati.... tak nasib la kalau kene bencana ape2

dorang ni aku rase bukan tak nak pindah.. banyak bende nak kene pk.. satu nak carik rumah? nak carik keje lagi..anak2 dah la berderet.. kang tak pasal2 anak mati kelaparan dek nak carik tempat tinggal selesa dan selamat punye pasal..

same goes to indonesian yang tinggal pinggir2 bukit kat kawasan gunung berapi...

aritu yang gunung berape ape tu meletop..lupe namenye.. aku ade la tengko tv indon..dorang semua tau gunung tu nak meletop tapi masih refused nak blah sebab takut tak dapat makanan kat kawasan pelarian.. tengok la sendiri orang2 tsunami tu.. berminggu2 baru la dapat makanan...

ade tu cakap.. baik dorang mati macam gini dari mati kelaparan..lagi sengsara...

sayang_mulut

susah la nak cakap macam tu.. dorang ni mostly orang2 miskin... kalau dorang dah ade tempat berteduh.. dan tempat carik rezki tu.. tu je la dari ketue sampai mati.... tak nasib la kalau kene bencana ape2

dorang ni aku rase bukan tak nak pindah.. banyak bende nak kene pk.. satu nak carik rumah? nak carik keje lagi..anak2 dah la berderet.. kang tak pasal2 anak mati kelaparan dek nak carik tempat tinggal selesa dan selamat punye pasal..

same goes to indonesian yang tinggal pinggir2 bukit kat kawasan gunung berapi...

aritu yang gunung berape ape tu meletop..lupe namenye.. aku ade la tengko tv indon..dorang semua tau gunung tu nak meletop tapi masih refused nak blah sebab takut tak dapat makanan kat kawasan pelarian.. tengok la sendiri orang2 tsunami tu.. berminggu2 baru la dapat makanan...

ade tu cakap.. baik dorang mati macam gini dari mati kelaparan..lagi sengsara...

dexa

2007/11/24
Opinion: Picking up pieces of their shattered lives
SOMINI SENGUPTA, NYT

Bangladesh is still reeling from the deadly Cyclone Sidr that ripped through the southernmost tip of the country, killing 3,167. However, the focus will now have to be on the four million people who were displaced, writes SOMINI SENGUPTA.
THE wind whipped through the sky. The river swelled above the tree line. And in a flash, Mamataz Begum's youngest child, barely 2 years old, was swept from her arms, as a tidal wave smashed through the fragile mud homes of the village of Khatachira and scooped up everything in its watery arms.

In this hamlet on the southernmost fringe of Bangladesh, cut by rivers that empty into the Bay of Bengal, nothing was spared by the cyclone that ripped through on Nov 15.

Barely a single house was standing; they were all made of mud and they simply collapsed into the earth. The meagre food stocks of the village had washed away. Fishing boats and nets, a principal source of income here, were gone. The paddies had filled up with brackish water, which meant there would be no harvest.

On Tuesday, animal carcasses, stinking and bloated, lay scattered along the river bank. There was no drinking water left. A small bag of food from the government, the sole aid so far for this village of about 1,000 families, had run out.
The people of Khatachira are a testament to the bittersweet blessings of the latest natural calamity to befall Bangladesh. Relatively speaking, the death toll from the cyclone was small - some 3,167 according to the latest official count, roughly double the death toll of Hurricane Katrina but far less than the 140,000 killed in 1991 after the last cyclone hit Bangladesh.

In large measure, that was because of an early warning system that had announced the storm and had urged people to head to shelters. But in claiming relatively few lives, it left many more people in utter ruin. The government estimates that about four million people have been affected.

"The crisis is just beginning," said Suman Islam, humanitarian assistance co-ordinator with the aid agency Care, which had sent its first relief assessment team here on Tuesday. "We have saved lives. But now, the challenge is the same."

In Khatachira, near the edge of the Sunderbans, the world's largest mangrove forest, villagers have so far buried 57 of their own, nearly half of them children under the age of 10. Many probably died because they could not swim or cling to trees. On Tuesday morning, another body, that of a local woman, was found in the bush of a neighbouring village; she had yet to be brought home for burial. All but seven people had been accounted for.

An old man who lost his entire family was searching for the bodies of his two grandchildren. Another old man said his granddaughter, aged 8, was still missing. A woman with a hideous gash on her right foot - from a piece of tin roofing that fell and sliced her skin - said four in her family had been killed, and five were left to carry on.

The nearest cyclone shelter was about 3km away, and it had swelled well past its capacity by the time most people in this village were ready to evacuate. One woman even went to the shelter, went home after it seemed that the storm was not coming, and was killed.

"See over there, that was our house," said Muhammad Himayat, pointing at an open stretch of padi fields. The house is gone, along with two dozen goats, two cows and three fishing boats that together were the family's livelihood. "It is all river now."

This is what the villagers said among themselves:

"Where's Salem?" one man asked.

"He lost his son," someone responded.

"Has the grandson been found?"

"No."

Scientists studying climate change in this part of the world say they expect extreme weather, including cyclones and powerful tropical storms, to rise in frequency here. And the United Nations has increasingly warned of the high toll these disasters exact on the poor. The survivors of Cyclone Sidr are among the poorest of the poorest, in one of the most disaster-prone countries in the world.

Dysentery was the next demon that aid workers were guarding against. In this watery land, clean drinking water is in short supply. There are only a few water wells. The ponds, from which many villagers get their drinking water, are contaminated with rotting leaves and animals. Toilets are rare, and the practice of defecating in the fields makes it much easier for disease to spread.

The government has appealed for international aid and in a rare gesture, opened its visa gates to foreigners, including journalists. Officials said relief workers and the military had reached the last remaining pockets of the devastated areas.

But food supplies remained woefully inadequate. "Hundreds of hands go up to grab just one food packet," said a relief worker in the Patuakhali district.

Donor countries have pledged US$142 million (RM478 million) in emergency aid. The United Nations World Food Programme has distributed nearly 100 tonnes of high-energy biscuits and was to begin delivering rice yesterday. The United States has offered two C-130 transport planes and two amphibious naval vessels with helicopters.

But delivering aid to places like Khatachira is not easy. Getting here means a long drive, crossing a narrow river whose only ferry has been destroyed, driving through a fetid market town that smells of dead flesh and taking a two-hour boat ride along the Baleshwar River, afloat with dead goats and ducks.

Along the journey, one can see evidence of life limping back. A village government office, relatively untouched, has placed its documents on the front porch to dry. A remote college had its roof and walls blown off, but someone has neatly arranged the desks. The roads had been cleared of fallen logs. Banana trees and palms lay crumpled, like victims of an all-night brawl.

The day after the cyclone, villagers here had hoisted red flags at the edge of the hamlet. Aid workers had been slow to arrive but those who had were besieged by villagers, who knew that only in narrating their losses could they expect to gain anything.

On the edge of the water, near a tree whose roots were barely hanging onto the earth, stood a couple of cooking pots - remnants of Mamataz Begum's kitchen. Her son's body had washed up in another village, and they brought his corpse here. Her other children survived. Her husband broke his leg as he swam through the waves.

On Tuesday, she was still dazed, and had no idea where the family's next meal would come from.

"If God will feed us, we will eat," she said. - NYT