As I roamed around Khulna on my daily walk this morning, my mind raced with a few simple, haunting questions – in a city with so many residential schools, so many majestic, old houses and businesses, why isn’t there a beautiful place for girls who have been removed from the brothels to call home?
Why do the 17 girls who were removed from the brothels and live in the Alingon Home have to live in a home which, while a thousand times better than their shacks in Banishanta, barely functions to serve their needs? Why isn’t the most important thing in Khulna
