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A Sweet Testimonial for Bangladeshi People

One of my Blogger friend recently published a post about Bangladesh. I was so happy to read this very post. In this post he mentioned some of his experience of his visit to Dhaka (Capital of Bangladesh) in 1988, at the time of one of the most devastating flood ever attacked Bangladesh.

He wrote in his blog the following thing which I took as a sweet testimonial for my lovely homeland and it's people:
"What I remember most was the kindness and the hospital of the people. We were essentially tourists, and never pretended otherwise. Yet, when we visited a museum at a small town near Dhaka, the mayor himself came to show us around. Later, we found that our pictures were put on the front page of a local newspaper. We really had not done anything but show up, yet we were treated as heroes. And, when we left our hosts said that we had become Bangladeshis (actually, he used the word "Bengali", if I recall)....."
Click here to read the full article

A little about this man according to the "About Me" section of his profile:
He is an American writer, editor, and photographer who currently makes his home in Asia.

His blog contains a lot of rare beautiful pictures, his experience of visiting many places of this world and a lot other interesting things. His blog address: The Tree of Mamre

I want to let him know that he is always welcome to our sweet homeland. Thanks for what you wrote.


  1. Thanks for the links to my blog, and for your good wishes. I posted some of your photos over there and a link to you site, encouraging my visitors to drop by.
    Go Bangladesh!

  2. That's making me more grateful to you!


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