About Us

The phrase “Men are equal,” which we often memorize, feels like a grand, well-decorated lie to me. Not all people in this world are equal. Not everyone is created equally. Not everyone is given equal opportunities.

Across the world, an average of about 20,000 people die every day due to hunger or hunger-related health complications. In Bangladesh alone, an estimated two crore people go to bed hungry every night. Billions of people around the world are deprived of basic necessities like food, clothing, shelter, and healthcare.

At the very moment someone in a remote African village cries out for a drop of drinking water, someone else on the other side of the world sips from a 750 ml bottle of water that costs 5.5 million taka. A person at Kamalapur railway station searches for a safe place to sleep at night, with nothing but a hard brick under their head as a pillow. Meanwhile, spending a night at the Burj Al Arab hotel costs 1.5 million taka.

So, tell me—how are all human beings equal?

You don’t even need to look far. Just pause for a moment and think about the difference in life and quality of life between your beloved little child and the child of the housemaid who works in your home.

The lines on my palm will never match those of any other person—living or dead. No human being is exactly like another. In terms of outward appearance, thoughts, intellect, wisdom, strength, philosophy of life, lifestyle, or access to opportunities—there have always been differences among people, there are differences now, and there always will be.

Even two children born from the same mother often cannot walk through life in the same way. They may not reach the same destination. Not every blossom on a mango tree turns into a sweet, ripe fruit. Life does not embrace everyone equally with its benevolent arms.

The Creator has kept us so well. I may not have a grand lobby in Los Angeles, but still, I am doing very well.

You have made me infinite—such is Your divine play—
Draining me out, You’ve filled me again, with life ever new, ever fresh.

From a very young age, I was deeply touched by the pain and suffering of people. But there was nothing I could do except watch silently. As I grew older, I started trying to extend a helping hand to those around me—in small ways: by donating a little money to someone, giving away my old clothes, offering advice within my capacity, or simply embracing someone with a warm smile.

Eventually, I began collecting donations from friends and acquaintances to help the underprivileged in society. Even that effort was quite limited in scope. But then I felt—yes, I may be a small individual, but my dreams must be big. I must do something, however little, for those left behind in society. This is my social responsibility. This is part of what it means to call myself human.

I may not be able to carry the burden of all the underprivileged people in the society or the country alone, but if those of us who are doing even a little better come together, it is definitely possible. Maybe not in a single day. But the journey must begin.

A handful of us have already joined that march toward light. I truly believe that one day, this march to change society will grow. Maybe I won’t live to witness that revolution. But so what? My child surely will. And even if my child fails, theirs will surely succeed. Someone has to. So let me at least sow the seed.