It’s late morning and Minara Khatoon’s five young children haven’t eaten yet. They sit huddled on the dirt floor of their mud thatch hut, waiting as their mother stokes a makeshift fire with straw and dry leaves to prepare what will be their main — and perhaps their only — meal of the day. Minara has just returned to her home in the riverside village of Kapasia, 192 kilometers north of Bangladesh’s capital, Dhaka, with a monthly supply of wheat grain given to destitute rural families like hers by the United Nations’ World Food Program (WFP). The food aid helps, but only lasts Minara’s landless peasant family —among the poorest of the poor in what is already Bangladesh’s most impoverished district — for 20 days. Her husband doesn’t work due to a chronic asthma condition so to make ends meet she toils as a maid in wealthier households during the day and at night cobbles together handicrafts to sell in a local market. “This is how we survive,” says Minara, pounding fistfuls of wheat on an earthen plate, her tired face far older than that of a woman of her 30 years.
