Being a Woman in Bangladesh

8th March is International Women’s Day.

And I’m in Bangladesh.  A country where three-quarters of women under fifty years old were married before they turned eighteen.  Where sixty-five per cent of women are unemployed.  Where nearly half the female population cannot read or write.

When I thought about coming out to Bangladesh, I was worried about how I would be treated as a woman.  My friends asked whether I would be ‘safe’; what they meant was would I be a target for sexual harassment, sexual assault and rape.  I was concerned I would be ignored and isolated by influential men in the community.  I am relieved and pleased to say that I have experienced none of that.  The only concession I make is how I dress: covered from neck to ankle, tops that cover my backside, and a scarf covering my chest, lest anyone notice that I actually have breasts.

I am living in a particularly conservative area of Bangladesh, in a rural community, where I see the evidence of gender inequality every day.  The bazaar and teashops are dominated by men whilst women work in the fields, collecting the potato harvest, whilst women work all day preparing food, and doing laundry, and tending to the animals.  Early marriage is one of the biggest causes of girls leaving secondary education in this community; despite the fact that marriage under the age of eighteen is illegal under Bangladeshi law, I have already witnessed a fifteen year old girl getting ready to marry a man eight years her senior.  Marrying at such a young age puts girls’ lives at risk through adolescent pregnancy and childbirth, especially when less than a quarter of births are attended by a medical professional; 12,000 women die every year here simply trying to bring life into this world.

But it’s not all bad news.  Bangladesh has made significant progress on many of the Millennium Development Goals.  Girls now outnumber boys in primary and secondary schools.  Women are also making gains in the formal labour market thanks to participation in the garment industry and the micro-credit revolution that was started right here in Bangladesh.  And that’s where our little project comes in, working to empower marginalised women by improving their livelihoods, in the home town of a famous female Bangladeshi pioneer of education for girls, Begum Rokeya.

We are supporting two entrepreneurs to develop handicraft businesses.  One of our entrepreneurs is a young woman called Romana, who refused early marriage to continue her education. It took great courage to stand up to her family and defend her right to education. She is now in her early twenties and married to a man who is very proud and supportive of her selection as an entrepreneur. She has an air of quiet confidence and I am sure her business will be a success.  Our project will provide employment to a dozen marginalised women and youth, hopefully giving them opportunity to improve their lives.  The path to gender equality is a long and slow one but putting incomes into the hands of women is one step on that journey; it results in better nutrition and education for their children, and gives them more social capital and decision-making power in their families and communities.

So today, on International Women’s Day, I am very proud to be a woman, to be working to improve the lives of women halfway across the world, and to be a feminist.  And I’m asking you to celebrate the women in your lives.  Celebrate their achievements.  Join the call for greater equality for all women around the world so they can live their lives free from the threat of violence, discrimination and oppression.  Let’s #MakeItHappen


One comment

  1. Reblogged this on another thirty something and commented:

    To mark this year’s International Women’s Day, I wanted to share this post from the archives. I was lucky enough to spend 4 months volunteering in Bangladesh in 2015 working with and getting to know women in the community. I spent International Women’s Day in Bangladesh that year and these were my reflections at the time. Enjoy!


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