The Narratives – Mohamed Miah

When it comes to my favourite place in the world, only one name springs to mind, Bangladesh. More specifically, Moulvibazar, a serene little town nestled in Sylhet, rich with the memories and stories of my roots. For me, it’s not just a place on the map; it’s a piece of my soul, an anchor to my identity.

My village whispers the stories of my family. When I’m there, I can feel the presence of generations past. The air feels different there, fresher somehow, carrying the scents of rain-soaked soil and distant hills. It has a rhythm, a tranquillity, that reminds me of the simplicity and beauty of life.

Every visit to Moulvibazar rekindles a connection that stretches far beyond time zones or geography. My relatives, who I remain in touch with regularly, welcome me with open arms and warm smiles. Whether it’s catching up over cups of steaming tea or walking through the lush greenery that surrounds the town, there’s a sense of belonging that can’t be replicated anywhere else.

The memories I’ve made there are etched deep within me. Each visit is a grounding experience—a reminder of where I come from, who I am, and the values that shape me.

Life in the UK is often fast-paced, and I love it for the opportunities it has given me and my family. But there’s something irreplaceable about the connection I feel in Bangladesh. It’s a place where time seems to slow down, where family bonds feel unbreakable, and where the world feels a little more in harmony.

I know everyone has their special places, their retreats where the world makes sense again. For me, it’s always Bangladesh, and the comforting familiarity of home.