At the farthest edge of Teknaf, where the land meets the sea, Shah Porir Jetty holds a quiet yet striking scene. Men sit along the railings, nylon threads in hand, tiny baitfish dangling from their hooks. Their patience isn’t just for a big catch—it’s for a day’s earning, for the tide to turn in their favour.
Thousands have lost their livelihoods due to the ban on tourist travel to Saint Martin’s Island. The once-bustling island now stands still, its people left adrift. Fishing has become more than just a means of survival; it is now a way to pass the endless hours. Yet, the sea has been unkind—only a few fish bite, but still, they cast their lines, hoping that tomorrow might bring better luck.
Many here say that if the island reopens before Ramadan, they might find relief during fasting. But how long that wait will be—only the waves and the wind seem to know.
This silent, uncertain island now has but one companion—waiting. The future is as vast and unpredictable as the sky above.
By Rajin Saleh
Photo: Hussain Shetu
