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Child Marriage & Sex Trafficking in Bangladesh

 

 

"Bangladesh has been named one of the most dangerous countries where girls can grow up in the world. Unicef statistics show the country still has the highest rate of child marriage in Asia. Out of 300 girls here, who were surveyed by Plan International, more than three quarters said they never made decisions about their lives. 

Throw the threat of sex trafficking into the mix, and the danger esclates: between 150,000 to 200,000 children and young women across the country are estimated to have been trafficked into prostitution – both within Bangladesh and over the border to India. 

Trafficking victims insist both forms of abuse are tightly intertwined. If child marriage could be stopped, they say, fewer girls would be at risk of trafficking too. 

In 2017, photojournalist Allison Joyce and I visited four brothels across Bangladesh, including Daulatdia, which is widely believed to be the largest brothel in the world, and Kandipara, which dates back over a hundred years and is thought to be one of the oldest. In an investigation funded by an NGO named Girls Not Brides, I interviewed over 400 women and girls of all ages, religions and backgrounds who were currently enslaved behind the brothels’ walls, including Yasmin. 

Half of them told me that they were convinced they would not have been trafficked into prostitution if they had not been married while they were under the age of 18." 

-Text by Corinne Redfern 

This project was made possible with a grant from Girls Not Brides 

 

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  • A trafficking victim, who was trafficked into the brothel when she was 12 years old
  • {quote}Samira{quote} waits for customers at a brothel. She was married at 12 and trafficked to a brothel two weeks later.‘I ran away from my husband after seven days. He was only about 15 or 16, but he raped me so violently that one morning, when I knew he was asleep, I slipped out of the house as quietly as I could, and ran. I left my shoes behind because I didn’t want to wake anyone up. I was so scared about what would happen to me if I was caught. I ran back to my house, but I was too frightened to go inside because I was covered in blood and bruises. My mum died when I was 11, so my brother and sister had arranged the marriage because they couldn’t afford to look after me any more, and I knew leaving my husband would make them angry. So I asked a rickshaw driver to take me across {town} to my friend’s house – but he told me I should be ashamed of myself, and dropped me off at the brothel instead.I didn’t understand where I was. I just saw all of these women wearing weird make up and strange clothes. But I didn’t have anywhere else to go, so I stayed. When they told me I needed to sleep with men for money, I figured it didn’t matter. I’d already been raped. I might as well get paid for it.Sometimes I feel like it was my choice to end up here, because I’m the one who ran away. And I’m the one who didn’t leave. But I don’t understand how I could feel so unhappy if it was my decision. The pimps taught me how to have sex so that it wouldn’t be so painful, but my whole body still aches all the time. Even I ask the customers to be gentle with me, it hurts so much that I can’t help crying out. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t cry at night. Mostly, I cry because I miss my mum.’
  • Shoes sit outside a woman's room while she entertains customers
  • A trafficker who goes by his initials AMA stands for a photo over a brothelHe estimates that he’s trafficked at least 27 girls over the past eight years into the brothel. “It’s a transaction,” he says. “I receive a phone call from someone who has a girl, and I buy her for 20,000 taka [£175], before transporting the girl across the country and sell her for 10,000 taka [£87.50] more.” The younger the girl, the more money he makes – charging up to 50,000 taka [£439] for a 13 or 14 year old, and specifically targeting girls who have already been married “because they make less of a fuss”. He’s not concerned about the police, he adds. “If they stop me, I say I’m the girl’s boyfriend, and they leave us alone.”
  • Used condoms are thrown into a wastebasket in a brothel
  • Condoms and cosmetic products sit on the table in Yasmin's room{quote}Yasmin{quote} was married at 11, trafficked to a brothel when she was 12.‘My husband married me without asking anyone’s permission. He already had a wife in her 20s or 30s, and one day she turned up at our house and invited me over to stay the night. When I got there, her husband locked me in a room and raped me, while she waited outside. After he was finished, he said that I had to marry him, because otherwise he would tell everyone that I was a bad girl who had sex with strangers. So he took me to the registry office, and I cried and cried as they signed the papers. When we got back to the house, he said that I had to have sex with his friends now too.I ran away, but a woman saw me crying, and offered to help. She fed me food and gave me water, but after a few mouthfuls I was suddenly really sleepy. I passed out, and when I woke up, we were at [a brothel]. She told me that while I was unconscious, she’d made a license in my name, and that I was a sex worker now.Escaping isn’t an option any more. My pimp used to lock me in my room from the outside, and she’d play loud music to drown out the sound of my screams as the customers raped me. I did try to run away 11 or 12 times, but she always caught me and beat me with a wooden stick until I was covered in bruises. She took away my clothes and gave me short dresses, so that if I did get out, everyone would instantly know I was from the brothel. Eventually, I stopped trying.I gave birth to twins last year, but one of them died from pneumonia two months ago. Now all I can do is try to save enough money to give my son a better future.’
  • {quote}Samira{quote} waits for customers at a brothel.  She was married at 12 and trafficked to a brothel two weeks later.
‘I ran away from my husband after seven days. He was only about 15 or 16, but he raped me so violently that one morning, when I knew he was asleep, I slipped out of the house as quietly as I could, and ran. I left my shoes behind because I didn’t want to wake anyone up. I was so scared about what would happen to me if I was caught.

I ran back to my house, but I was too frightened to go inside because I was covered in blood and bruises. My mum died when I was 11, so my brother and sister had arranged the marriage because they couldn’t afford to look after me any more, and I knew leaving my husband would make them angry. So I asked a rickshaw driver to take me across {town} to my friend’s house – but he told me I should be ashamed of myself, and dropped me off at the brothel instead. I didn’t understand where I was. I just saw all of these women wearing weird make up and strange clothes. But I didn’t have anywhere else to go, so I stayed. When they told me I needed to sleep with men for money, I figured it didn’t matter. I’d already been raped. I might as well get paid for it.Sometimes I feel like it was my choice to end up here, because I’m the one who ran away. And I’m the one who didn’t leave. But I don’t understand how I could feel so unhappy if it was my decision. The pimps taught me how to have sex so that it wouldn’t be so painful, but my whole body still aches all the time. Even I ask the customers to be gentle with me, it hurts so much that I can’t help crying out. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t cry at night. Mostly, I cry because I miss my mum.’

  • A police officer stops to speak to a woman outside a brothel
  • Customers wait on the roof of a brothel
  • {quote}Samira{quote} waits for customers at a brothel. She was married at 12 and trafficked to a brothel two weeks later.‘I ran away from my husband after seven days. He was only about 15 or 16, but he raped me so violently that one morning, when I knew he was asleep, I slipped out of the house as quietly as I could, and ran. I left my shoes behind because I didn’t want to wake anyone up. I was so scared about what would happen to me if I was caught. I ran back to my house, but I was too frightened to go inside because I was covered in blood and bruises. My mum died when I was 11, so my brother and sister had arranged the marriage because they couldn’t afford to look after me any more, and I knew leaving my husband would make them angry. So I asked a rickshaw driver to take me across {town} to my friend’s house – but he told me I should be ashamed of myself, and dropped me off at the brothel instead.I didn’t understand where I was. I just saw all of these women wearing weird make up and strange clothes. But I didn’t have anywhere else to go, so I stayed. When they told me I needed to sleep with men for money, I figured it didn’t matter. I’d already been raped. I might as well get paid for it.Sometimes I feel like it was my choice to end up here, because I’m the one who ran away. And I’m the one who didn’t leave. But I don’t understand how I could feel so unhappy if it was my decision. The pimps taught me how to have sex so that it wouldn’t be so painful, but my whole body still aches all the time. Even I ask the customers to be gentle with me, it hurts so much that I can’t help crying out. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t cry at night. Mostly, I cry because I miss my mum.’
  • “My family have been saving for my wedding for a very long time – I’m a girl so they always knew they would need to give me away.” Five or six months ago, her parents found Mia a groom – a 27 year old man who works in a garment factory. “I’m nervous,” Mia says, quietly. “I think I’ll miss my family.”
  • Guests party at the wedding of Mia“My family have been saving for my wedding for a very long time – I’m a girl so they always knew they would need to give me away.” Five or six months ago, her parents found Mia a groom – a 27 year old man who works in a garment factory. “I’m nervous,” Mia says, quietly. “I think I’ll miss my family.”
  • Mia, 15, sits with her new 27 year old husband during their wedding ceremony“My family have been saving for my wedding for a very long time – I’m a girl so they always knew they would need to give me away.” Five or six months ago, her parents found Mia a groom – a 27 year old man who works in a garment factory. “I’m nervous,” Mia says, quietly. “I think I’ll miss my family.”
  • Mia, 15, sits with her new 27 year old husband during their wedding“My family have been saving for my wedding for a very long time – I’m a girl so they always knew they would need to give me away.” Five or six months ago, her parents found Mia a groom – a 27 year old man who works in a garment factory. “I’m nervous,” Mia says, quietly. “I think I’ll miss my family.”
  • Women waits for customers
  • A madam counts money in a  brothel
  • A customer fights with girls at a brothel
  • {quote}Samira{quote} parties with customers at a brothel.  She was married at 12, trafficked to a brothel two weeks later.
‘I ran away from my husband after seven days. He was only about 15 or 16, but he raped me so violently that one morning, when I knew he was asleep, I slipped out of the house as quietly as I could, and ran. I left my shoes behind because I didn’t want to wake anyone up. I was so scared about what would happen to me if I was caught.

I ran back to my house, but I was too frightened to go inside because I was covered in blood and bruises. My mum died when I was 11, so my brother and sister had arranged the marriage because they couldn’t afford to look after me any more, and I knew leaving my husband would make them angry. So I asked a rickshaw driver to take me across {town} to my friend’s house – but he told me I should be ashamed of myself, and dropped me off at the brothel instead. I didn’t understand where I was. I just saw all of these women wearing weird make up and strange clothes. But I didn’t have anywhere else to go, so I stayed. When they told me I needed to sleep with men for money, I figured it didn’t matter. I’d already been raped. I might as well get paid for it.Sometimes I feel like it was my choice to end up here, because I’m the one who ran away. And I’m the one who didn’t leave. But I don’t understand how I could feel so unhappy if it was my decision. The pimps taught me how to have sex so that it wouldn’t be so painful, but my whole body still aches all the time. Even I ask the customers to be gentle with me, it hurts so much that I can’t help crying out. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t cry at night. Mostly, I cry because I miss my mum.’

  • A girl shows her self harm scars
  • {quote}Razia{quote} spends time with a customer. She was married at 11, trafficked to brothel at 12.‘I never knew how old my husband was, but I always guessed that he was in his 30s or 40s. He’d been married twice before, but his wives hadn’t been able to have children, so he’d left them.When I got pregnant, he was so happy, he bought me a pale plastic doll to celebrate – even though I didn’t understand what was happening. My stomach grew and moved of its own accord, so I thought I probably had worms. I was really much more bothered about the doll.I called her ‘Sada’, which means ‘white’. My husband said he was tired of seeing me dirty my clothes from playing in the mud all the time, and he hoped that maybe this toy would keep me clean.I was 11-years-old. When I gave birth, I couldn’t breastfeed – my chest was still flat like a boy’s.I’ve been in the brothel for seven years now. My husband died six months after I gave birth, and his family wouldn’t let me stay in the house. I was planning to go to Dhaka to find work as a maid, when a woman stopped me at the train station and asked me why I was crying. She offered to help me, but then she sold me to a pimp, who beat me so I couldn’t run away. After a while, I stopped trying.If I could do anything, I would travel the whole of Bangladesh on my own. But only a very brave woman would be able to do that, and I’m not brave at all. I’m the most scared person in the world. I’m afraid whenever I leave my room.’
  • Customers wait outside a girls room in a brothel
  • The room of {quote}S{quote} is seen at a brothel. She was married at 14 and came to the brothel at 15.‘My favourite thing in the world is my doll, Mimi. My mother bought her for me on Valentines Day this year. I used to have so many more dolls and teddies – like, what you can see here is nothing. My childhood was perfect. I wish I could goback in time and be a kid again. That’s definitely why I still have so many toys. It helps me pretend none of this is happening to me. My mum knows I work here, and she hates it, but there’s no alternative right now. She used to be a sex worker when she was my age too, so she understands how bad it is. But she also knows that sometimes, girls don’t get a choice. When I was 12, my father and brother died, and I went to stay with a new family to work as a maid. One of the sons would torture me – tying me up and raping me again and again and again. When I escaped and ran back to my mum, it wastoo late; I was already pregnant. Abortions are easy to arrange here, but afterwards, the only option is to get married to whoever will take you. The only man who would take me was a gambler who lost all the dowry in a bet. After the ceremony, he started torturing me so that my mum would agree to pay more in exchange for my safety – but she didn’t have any money. I think that was the moment when I knew I’d have to come here. I thought, ‘my life is already ruined – at least this way, I’ll be able to support myself.’ So I asked for a divorce, and took a rickshaw to the brothel. That was a year and four months ago – and I’ve regretted it every day since.’
  • {quote}Amira{quote} cries in her room in a brothel. She was trafficked into the brothel when she was 12 years old.
  • Yasmin waits for customers{quote}Yasmin{quote} was married at 11, trafficked to a brothel when she was 12.‘My husband married me without asking anyone’s permission. He already had a wife in her 20s or 30s, and one day she turned up at our house and invited me over to stay the night. When I got there, her husband locked me in a room and raped me, while she waited outside. After he was finished, he said that I had to marry him, because otherwise he would tell everyone that I was a bad girl who had sex with strangers. So he took me to the registry office, and I cried and cried as they signed the papers. When we got back to the house, he said that I had to have sex with his friends now too.I ran away, but a woman saw me crying, and offered to help. She fed me food and gave me water, but after a few mouthfuls I was suddenly really sleepy. I passed out, and when I woke up, we were at [a brothel]. She told me that while I was unconscious, she’d made a license in my name, and that I was a sex worker now.Escaping isn’t an option any more. My pimp used to lock me in my room from the outside, and she’d play loud music to drown out the sound of my screams as the customers raped me. I did try to run away 11 or 12 times, but she always caught me and beat me with a wooden stick until I was covered in bruises. She took away my clothes and gave me short dresses, so that if I did get out, everyone would instantly know I was from the brothel. Eventually, I stopped trying.I gave birth to twins last year, but one of them died from pneumonia two months ago. Now all I can do is try to save enough money to give my son a better future.’
  • Women wait for customers
  • A customer drinks home brew alcohol at a brothel
  • Customers phones numbers are written on the wall
  • A customer enteres Yasmin's room{quote}Yasmin{quote} was married at 11, trafficked to a brothel when she was 12.‘My husband married me without asking anyone’s permission. He already had a wife in her 20s or 30s, and one day she turned up at our house and invited me over to stay the night. When I got there, her husband locked me in a room and raped me, while she waited outside. After he was finished, he said that I had to marry him, because otherwise he would tell everyone that I was a bad girl who had sex with strangers. So he took me to the registry office, and I cried and cried as they signed the papers. When we got back to the house, he said that I had to have sex with his friends now too.I ran away, but a woman saw me crying, and offered to help. She fed me food and gave me water, but after a few mouthfuls I was suddenly really sleepy. I passed out, and when I woke up, we were at [a brothel]. She told me that while I was unconscious, she’d made a license in my name, and that I was a sex worker now.Escaping isn’t an option any more. My pimp used to lock me in my room from the outside, and she’d play loud music to drown out the sound of my screams as the customers raped me. I did try to run away 11 or 12 times, but she always caught me and beat me with a wooden stick until I was covered in bruises. She took away my clothes and gave me short dresses, so that if I did get out, everyone would instantly know I was from the brothel. Eventually, I stopped trying.I gave birth to twins last year, but one of them died from pneumonia two months ago. Now all I can do is try to save enough money to give my son a better future.’
  • {quote}Habiba{quote} waits for customers{quote}Habiba{quote} 14, has been at a brothel for three years“Sometimes I tell people that I came here willingly, but it doesn’t really feel like that. I had an arranged marriage when I was 11 years old, but after one month my husband started assaulting me – hitting me with his hands, and later beating me with a stick. He was drunk all the time and high on drugs, and I didn’t know what was happening. After six months, I couldn’t take it any more, so I ran away. But my mother had died, and my father said he couldn’t support me. A friend told me that there was a community of women who worked independently, and didn’t need men. When I didn’t make a fuss, she sold me here.I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Now I’m in debt to my madam and nobody outside the brothel will ever employ me when they know about my past.One time, when I was new, the police came by and asked me how old I was – they said they’d had a report that I was too young to be working, and that they could help me leave. But I don’t have anywhere to go. So I said I was 18. Now when times are bad, I think to myself, ‘this is all your own fault’.”
  • A trafficking victim, who was trafficked into the brothel when she was 14 years old, overlooks a brothel in Bangladesh
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