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by Paola Fornari<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018They used to say that a Dhaka muslin sari [also spelled saree] should fit in a matchbox,\u2019 Mithu says. \u2018It could be pulled through a wedding ring. The Jamdani sari is an updated version of the muslin one. Fine, but not matchbox-fine. Anyone in South Asia who knows anything about fashion will recognise a Jamdani.\u2019<\/p>\n So I hire Mithu to take me to visit a factory. Along the way, he fills me in.<\/p>\n \u2018They\u2019ve been making muslin here for two thousand years,\u2019 Mithu tells me. \u2018The Jamdani weave is a later development. What distinguishes it are the fine geometric designs, often depicting flowers, or fruit, or spices.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018What does Jamdani mean?\u2019<\/p>\n After an hour the shop-lined tarmac avenues give way to wide dusty dirt roads. Packed buses, scores of people balancing precariously on the roofs, vie for space with heavily laden rickshaws, pulled at the front by wiry men, sweat dripping off their brows, and pushed from the back by young children. The temperature outside is a hundred degrees and rising.<\/p>\n \u2018It\u2019s cotton and silk,\u2019 Mithu says. \u2018They dye it here for the factories.\u2019<\/p>\n Soon we hear a clattering noise, which becomes louder as we approach a simple corrugated iron building.<\/p>\n \u2018Sheet factory,\u2019 Mithu tells us. We peer through the windows to the dark room inside. One man is supervising the machines. The noise is unbearable\u2014at least for me\u2014so we move on.<\/p>\n \u2018That man will be deaf in ten years,\u2019 Mithu says.<\/p>\n Every now and then there is a break in the line of shops to our left, to allow access to the water, and here, we get a clear view of Dhaka over on the far bank, boats navigating on the wide river, and on our side, groups of people splashing around in the water, taking a bathe and washing their clothes.<\/p>\n The water is murky.<\/p>\n We accept, and step onto his simple craft, which takes us a couple of hundred metres further upstream. We pass a very fancy huge boat, aptly named \u2018The Ark\u2019.<\/p>\n \u2018That one belongs to the owner of The Daily Star,\u2019 Mithu says. The Daily Star is Bangladesh\u2019s biggest English Language newspaper. \u2018He also owns several other companies. He comes here sometimes at the weekends to relax.\u2019<\/p>\n You can see why: the atmosphere here is positively rural compared with Dhaka.<\/p>\n A little further along another, a more modest boat is moored.<\/p>\n \u2018That\u2019s our boat, the Riposhi\u2019 Mithu tells us, pointing out the Guide Tours logo. \u2018We take people on all day cruises, or sunset barbecue cruises, to show them how people live along the river.\u2019<\/p>\n We disembark, and walk a short way to a low building with a corrugated iron roof and latticed wooden walls. \u2018This is the Jamdani factory,\u2019 Mithu says.<\/p>\n The owner, a jolly man dressed only in a lungi\u2014a loincloth\u2014stands in front of a low building with a corrugated iron roof and latticed timber walls. He greets us warmly and shows us in.<\/p>\n \u2018Ask any questions you like; I\u2019ll interpret,\u2019 Mithu says. Once we\u2019ve seen the factory, the owner invites us into his home, where I am invited to sit down in his living-room. A couple of assistants start bringing saris out of a wardrobe. They aren\u2019t matchbox-sized, but they are certainly are folded into very tiny bundles.<\/p>\n One or two are opened out for me to see, and as I begin to ooh and aah, more are unfolded. The colours range from gaudy leaf green and scarlet to delicate off white, and black.<\/p>\n \u2018They make them for Aarong and Aranya. But you\u2019d pay a lot more if you bought them there,\u2019 Mithu tells me. Aarong is Bangladesh’s most successful handicrafts and textiles store, with several branches across the country, and Aranya is a beautiful clothes shop that uses only fabrics with natural dyes.<\/p>\n After some deliberation and much negotiation, I select a black and a dusty pink.<\/p>\n We take our leave, wave at the workers through the latticed walls of the factory, and wander towards the river, where Mithu has invited me to take a break on the Riposhi.<\/p>\n As we rest, sipping sickly sweet tea and munching a cookie, I wonder about the ethics of it all. Two people have spent weeks slogging over my saris. They have sat at their looms from dawn till dusk, with few breaks. Children are there, working. How long will their eyesight survive the close, detailed work they do? Should I be buying from them?<\/p>\n On the other hand, they are working in a congenial environment\u2014much better than the plastics factories in Old Dhaka where I have seen very young children working. 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<\/a>We are weaving our way through the heavy Dhaka traffic towards the eastern suburbs. I heard about Jamdani saris a while ago when I admired a woman wearing one at a reception. I was amazed by the delicate designs woven into the floaty gossamer fabric.<\/p>\n<\/a>\u2018No-one really knows. Some people say it comes from the Persian jam, meaning flower, and dana, meaning vase. Jamdani became popular during the Mughal period. In the sixteenth century there were looms all over Dhaka. The fabric was used for saris, scarves and handkerchiefs. It was highly prized: traders came from all over Asia and Europe to buy it.\u2019<\/p>\n<\/a>We cross a modern bridge over the huge River Shittalakka, which is a tributary of the mighty Brahmaputra, and turn left into an alleyway. Soon the road is too narrow for the car, so we get out and walk along a brick-paved path skirting the river bank. There are small shops along both sides, selling everything from kapok to bananas and skeins of colourful yarn.<\/p>\n<\/a>We pass groups of people resting under trees, goats of various shapes, sizes and colours, and the inevitable rickshaws collapsing under the weight of their cargo. Everyone smiles and greets us along our way.<\/p>\n<\/a>\u2018How clean is it? I ask.
\n‘Not too bad. It’s much worse in January and February, when it doesn’t rain. In the dry season the water is multicoloured like a rainbow, because of all the dye from the factories upstream. People can’t bathe in it.’
\nA boatman calls to us. \u2018Want a ride?\u2019<\/p>\n<\/a>I am immediately surprised by the silence. Seven wooden hand-looms are neatly lined up along the bright room: the only sound is the whir of overhead fans. Fourteen people sit working in pairs, their fingers dancing across the yarn. The colours are delicate, the patterns intricate, and the fabric as light as a butterfly\u2019s wings.<\/p>\n
\n\u2018What are their working hours?\u2019
\nMithu talks to the owner and reports back.
\n\u2018Seven a.m. to nine p.m. They break for three hours each day.\u2019
\n\u2018And how much do they earn?\u2019
\n\u2018Depends. The worker on the right is more skilled than the one on the left. He\u2019ll make between one thousand five hundred and two thousand taka a week.\u2019 That\u2019s eighteen to twenty-four US dollars. \u2018The person on the left gets half. Often, it\u2019s a brother-sister team.
\nOr husband-wife. Or father-son.\u2019
\nIt\u2019s mostly men who are on the right, and women and youngsters on the left.
\nI admire a young boy\u2019s work. \u2018How old is he?\u2019
\n<\/a>\u2018Fifteen, he says. But he doesn\u2019t really know.\u2019 He looks twelve.
\nA 2006 law in Bangladesh prohibits employment of children under fourteen, though from twelve they \u2018may be engaged in \u201clight work\u201d that does not pose a risk to their mental and physical development and does not interfere with their education\u2019.
\nThis is impossible to enforce. And without the added wage of a working child, many families would not survive.
\n\u2018How long does it take to make a sari?\u2019
\n\u2018Two weeks to four months, depending on the intricacy.\u2019
\n\u2018What do they cost?\u2019
\n\u2018From two thousand taka to two hundred thousand.\u2019 (Twenty-four to two thousand four hundred dollars.)<\/p>\n<\/a>The owner\u2019s wife brings us some beautifully sculpted cookies, which are both oily and crispy, oven-hot, and absolutely delicious.<\/p>\n
\nPrivate Day Tour: Dhaka Photography<\/a><\/p>\nIf You Go:<\/h3>\n
\n♦ For information about Aranya and Aarong stores, see\u00a0www.aarong.com\/<\/a>
\n♦ For information about travel in Baglasdesh, see\u00a0travel-in-bangladesh.blogspot.com<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n
\nPaola Fornari was born on an island on Lake Victoria, and was brought up in Tanzania. She has lived in a dozen countries over four continents, speaks five and a half languages, and describes herself as an expatriate sine patria. At present she is living in Bangladesh. An abridged version of this article was published in The Oldie magazine, March 2012<\/p>\n
\nAll photographs are by Paula Fornari.<\/p>\n\n