Masum and his family live in Jhalakati, which is specifically mentioned in this story about the devastating cyclone that hit Bangladesh.
I met Masum on a paddleboat from Dhaka to Khulna. He had been in Dhaka for an eye surgery. This is why he is wearing those glasses. He is not a Bangladeshi Elvis impersonator, just in case you were wondering.
Later, I tracked him down in Jhalakti. He let me stay in his hotel for free. I ate meals at his home and listened to his wife and daughter sing a duet.
I suppose my feeling helpless to do anything for them is a selfish way to feel. The only way I imagine I can help is to pull out a credit card and hope that what little I contribute can make a small difference to a big problem.
I hope Masum and his family are in their home tonight, high and dry, singing another duet.