Masud Akhond

Coming of age of the circumcision ceremony in rural Bangladesh, 7 year old Topu faces the horror of not being able to decide faith for himself. Running away from the ceremony, Topu is captured and lectured by his uncle and taken back against his own will. The trust in his immediate family is suddenly broken.

Coming of age of the circumcision ceremony in rural Bangladesh, 7 year old Topu faces the horror of not being able to decide faith for himself. Running away from the ceremony, Topu is captured and lectured by his uncle and taken back against his own will. The trust in his immediate family is suddenly broken.

A documentary about a 12 year old girl. One day she met the lady Shanti in a Shrine. She was drugged and brought to a brothel. There are thousands of adolescents in 70 brothels of Bangladesh. Some men have a high demand for children. Every day, children are facing inhuman torture. No one is there to stand beside them.

A documentary about a 12 year old girl. One day she met the lady Shanti in a Shrine. She was drugged and brought to a brothel. There are thousands of adolescents in 70 brothels of Bangladesh. Some men have a high demand for children. Every day, children are facing inhuman torture. No one is there to stand beside them.

A documentary about a 12 year old girl. One day she met the lady Shanti in a Shrine. She was drugged and brought to a brothel. There are thousands of adolescents in 70 brothels of Bangladesh. Some men have a high demand for children. Every day, children are facing inhuman torture. No one is there to stand beside them.

A teenage boy is hired along with the music group of his father by a Zamindar (landlord) for entertaining him until the annual flood is over in the Haor region of East Bengal. But the boy finds out that he has to do something more than the rest of the members of the group are required- he has to satisfy the landlord sensually as well. The wife of the landlord cannot stand this new 'rival' of hers and conspires to kill the boy.

In a world of poverty, three young girls of Bangladesh trying to find meaning of life through their dreams. Slavery in modern times. Does it exist and what does it look like? In Bangladesh's textile industry, we see how the mechanisms linked to the western world's fashion industry are ravaging young women's attempts at a dignified life. Sabina, Ruma and Nazjnin work every day from early morning to late evening in the dangerous and dirty environment of the textile industry. The job provides no prerequisites for neither completing schooling, nor being able to move from the conditions in the slum. The rules at the factory are harsh and in order to provide for their families, they must continue to sew the clothes that we in the Western world want to buy as cheaply as possible. Who pays the price and is there light in this darkness?

In a world of poverty, three young girls of Bangladesh trying to find meaning of life through their dreams. Slavery in modern times. Does it exist and what does it look like? In Bangladesh's textile industry, we see how the mechanisms linked to the western world's fashion industry are ravaging young women's attempts at a dignified life. Sabina, Ruma and Nazjnin work every day from early morning to late evening in the dangerous and dirty environment of the textile industry. The job provides no prerequisites for neither completing schooling, nor being able to move from the conditions in the slum. The rules at the factory are harsh and in order to provide for their families, they must continue to sew the clothes that we in the Western world want to buy as cheaply as possible. Who pays the price and is there light in this darkness?

In a world of poverty, three young girls of Bangladesh trying to find meaning of life through their dreams. Slavery in modern times. Does it exist and what does it look like? In Bangladesh's textile industry, we see how the mechanisms linked to the western world's fashion industry are ravaging young women's attempts at a dignified life. Sabina, Ruma and Nazjnin work every day from early morning to late evening in the dangerous and dirty environment of the textile industry. The job provides no prerequisites for neither completing schooling, nor being able to move from the conditions in the slum. The rules at the factory are harsh and in order to provide for their families, they must continue to sew the clothes that we in the Western world want to buy as cheaply as possible. Who pays the price and is there light in this darkness?