Mohammed Rezwan/Shidhulai Swanirvar Sangstha
Amina* at her school
From November to March, Amina’s* village is lush and peaceful. Long vines curl around one-story homes. Bright-green rice fields and dirt roads stretch as far as the eye can see. The nearby river is slow and calm.
But in the rainy season, much of this same village disappears. The fields and roads flood. The river makes an angry roar. Amina’s house is surrounded by water—like a little island in an endless sea.
This doesn’t stop Amina. She steps out into knee-deep water. She walks carefully to the riverbank. Soon a long covered boat pulls up. Amina and a few other kids climb aboard.
They’re not heading out on a trip. In fact, they’re not really going anywhere. This boat is their school. The inside of the boat looks like a normal classroom. There are wooden desks and benches. There are shelves packed with books and computers. A teacher stands in front of a blackboard.
This floating school allows Amina to keep learning as her world floods. “When everything is underwater, this school is our only hope,” Amina says.
From November to March, Amina’s* village is lush and peaceful. Long vines curl around one-story homes. Rice fields and dirt roads stretch as far as the eye can see. The nearby river is calm.
But in the rainy season, things change. The fields and roads flood. The river roars. Amina’s house is surrounded by water—like a little island.
This doesn’t stop Amina. She steps out into knee-deep water. She walks to the riverbank. A boat pulls up. Amina and a few other kids climb aboard.
They’re not heading out on a trip. In fact, they’re not going anywhere. This boat is their school. The inside of the boat looks like a normal classroom. There are wooden desks and benches. There are shelves packed with books and computers. A teacher stands in front of a blackboard.
This floating school allows Amina to keep learning as her world floods. “When everything is underwater, this school is our only hope,” Amina says.
From November to March, Amina’s* village is lush and peaceful. Long vines curl around one-story homes. Bright-green rice fields and dirt roads stretch as far as the eye can see. The nearby river is slow and calm.
But during the rainy season, much of this same village disappears. The fields and roads flood. The river makes an angry roar. Amina’s house is surrounded by water—like a little island in an endless sea.
This doesn’t stop Amina. She steps out into knee-deep water and walks carefully to the riverbank. Soon a long covered boat pulls up. Amina and a few other kids climb aboard.
They aren’t heading out on a voyage—in fact, they’re not really going anywhere. This boat is their school. The inside of the boat looks like an ordinary classroom, with wooden desks, benches, and shelves packed with books and computers. A teacher stands in front of a blackboard.
This floating school allows Amina to keep learning as her world floods. “When everything is underwater, this sc