Climate Change in Bangladesh: Tiger Widows: SUNDARBANS14

Halima, 49, lives in Kodomtola. “My husband and son were killed by a tiger while collecting wood 9 months ago. They were alone, so no one knows exactly what happened but fishermen downstream heard the attack. They found my son’s body and then the tiger response team and villagers went into the jungle the next morning and found my husband’s body, which was almost entirely devoured by the tiger. When I heard the news I went mad. Only after they prepared and cleaned his body for burial would they let me see his face. When I saw him I went senseless and fainted. Before this incident I was much healthier. Now I just don't feel right. I have to work and I am physically not right to work. I make some money but once and a while I must ask neighbors for food. Sometimes I go a day without eating. When my husband was alive I didn't work. We always had enough and didn't want for anything. I regret that I wasn't able to help my son more. I wish I could have arranged for work in town for him; if I had sent him to school, this never would have happened. I was 12 years old when I got married. I wasn’t informed of the marriage until the day of the wedding; that’s just how it was. I was my husband’s second wife and he had three children from his previous marriage. They called me “mom,” which was so shocking because I was only 12 and one of my husband’s sons was almost 10. They loved me as if I was their real mom. My married life was very nice because my husband was very caring and loved me very much. I loved him a lot and miss him so much. I still cry for him.”

Halima, 49, lives in Kodomtola. “My husband and son were killed by a tiger while collecting wood 9 months ago. They were alone, so no one knows exactly what happened but fishermen downstream heard the attack. They found my son’s body and then the tiger response team and villagers went into the jungle the next morning and found my husband’s body, which was almost entirely devoured by the tiger. When I heard the news I went mad. Only after they prepared and cleaned his body for burial would they let me see his face. When I saw him I went senseless and fainted. Before this incident I was much healthier. Now I just don't feel right. I have to work and I am physically not right to work. I make some money but once and a while I must ask neighbors for food. Sometimes I go a day without eating. When my husband was alive I didn't work. We always had enough and didn't want for anything. I regret that I wasn't able to help my son more. I wish I could have arranged for work in town for him; if I had sent him to school, this never would have happened. I was 12 years old when I got married. I wasn’t informed of the marriage until the day of the wedding; that’s just how it was. I was my husband’s second wife and he had three children from his previous marriage. They called me “mom,” which was so shocking because I was only 12 and one of my husband’s sons was almost 10. They loved me as if I was their real mom. My married life was very nice because my husband was very caring and loved me very much. I loved him a lot and miss him so much. I still cry for him.”