03 May

An Unexpected Journey

An Unexpected Journey There I was, being hugged by a young boy not more than 8, his cheek on my cheek. He was a Rohingya orphan, far removed from his land, his community, his family. An orphan whose childhood innocence had been cruelly snatched and was left longing for the care, love and company of his departed parents. It was four years ago that Sister Sabria and I were in Malaysia visiting many orphanages housing Rohingya children. We observed that...

26 Apr

First Dignity, Then Charity

First Dignity, Then Charity Ramadan is upon us once again, and during this month Muslims are encouraged to give generously to those with less.  We fast during the day from food and water in the hopes that we will be grateful, remember to be humble, and give generously from what we have. Ramadan is a bit like a bottle of heart sanitizer, getting rid of diseases that might have infected it from one year to the next. But while we are here, cleaning...

16 Apr

How our eyesight restoration program opened my eyes

How our eyesight restoration program opened my eyes OBAT Canada posted this short video interview put together by students at one of the OBAT vocational centers- they did everything, including the subtitles in English. This product is amazing to see from our students, all from displaced population camps; it shows how OBAT has made – and continues to make – a difference, by imparting skills and bringing about a generation of leaders and changemakers. But the content of the video...

05 Mar

Hope Lives in the Rohingya Refugee Camps

Hope Lives in the Rohingya Refugee Camps The Hope of the Human Spirit Rohingya children in refugee camps Before the Covid-19 Pandemic, I had the opportunity to do volunteer work at a Rohingya refugee camp in Cox’s Bazaar, Bangladesh with OBAT Canada. There are approximately one million Rohingya refugees in these camps, the vast majority of them arriving to Bangladesh after violence erupted in August 2017. There are countless harrowing stories of torture and torment that haunt the inhabitants of the camps,...

23 Nov

Saving the Lives of Mothers and their Babies

Saving the Lives of Mothers and their Babies Six years ago, Mehwish and I decided to volunteer in the displaced population camps in Bangladesh. Going into the project, we had a really simple goal: conduct a survey to understand more about the population and find out what their needs are. And yet somewhere along the journey we established a deep emotional attachment to the work and people and to this day wish we can do more to help them. It was the...

04 Nov

My Dream Come True…13 Years in the Making!

My Dream Come True…13 Years in the Making! Thirteen years ago, I was in Bangladesh for the very first time and ended up visiting some displaced population camps that I had read about. Seeing the condition of the people, it was impossible not to help. I was particularly motivated to help orphans in that forgotten part of the world. Prior to that, I’d tried to support orphans through existing charities, but was consistently disappointed by the experience. On one occasion, I even...

13 May

Keeping the charitable in charity

Keeping the ‘charitable’ in charity Volunteer work isn’t easy. You spend countless hours – hours that you don’t really have, after a demanding full-time job and between familial and other responsibilities. Often it’s after hours, when your body and (more so) your brain is craving relaxation. Other times it means taking time off from work not to go on a vacation, but for charity-related events or meetings. When it came to OBAT Canada, a charity I founded, lots of people recommended that we...

10 Sep

Helping Rohingya Refugees Overcome their Tsunami of Misery

Warning: The following article contains content that may be disturbing for some readers. By Dr. Shujaat Wasty What do I say to someone who was tortured and raped repeatedly, by numerous armed men, a handful of minutes after witnessing her husband and young children have their throats mercilessly slit, their bodies lit ablaze? The thought raced in my mind, on repeat, as I sat there trying to grasp the overwhelming magnitude of what Khatoon* recounted, and yet failing to reconcile it with...