The deceased is Rasel Dewan from Munshiganj. He passed away while working in Cyprus, and his family has declined to bring his body back to Bangladesh. The reason is simple yet heavy—they cannot afford the cost. As a result, he will be buried in Cyprus. Social media is awash with comments—“The money-printing machine is dead, so its value is gone,” “Why waste money bringing back a lifeless body?” “As long as there’s money, there’s value—to parents, spouses, and children. Without it, even love fades.”
But if I say this: the decision made by his family, though painful, is entirely justified by harsh reality.
It’s only a body that would have returned home—only to be buried moments after arrival. The cost of repatriation could plunge the family into deeper poverty. In this country, people forget their dead within minutes; how long would anyone truly mourn someone who died far away?
The gap between emotion and reality is ruthlessly wide. Imagine this: you’re diagnosed with cancer. You know the outcome is inevitable. Still, your family might sell everything—home, land, security—to fund a battle they know they’ll lose. After you're gone, they’re left grappling not just with grief, but with the wreckage of their own future.
Reality, when stripped of emotion, is more terrifying than anything else—if you dare to look closely.