Rakhine Para Mallikpur Travel Bitanta.

After a downpour, the sun shone brightly on Matamuhuri’s arrow. Sitting on the paved bank of the river and looking around, the cool shiver of the wind came to my body. In the late afternoon, there is a scattering of colors and biological vibrancy across the two shores of Matamuhuri. The water of the river is green, the color of the two shores is green. As if to accompany them, it was as if the blue of the sky came down on the river like a cloud of white cotton. A group of boys was sitting on the ground under a tree on the bank of the river, drawing a rectangular house and playing with pebbles. Seeing us, he bowed his head, laughed for a while, and played looting, then jumped into the river!

 

 

 

 

 

The home of the traveling companion Jewels is in Manikpur village of Cox’s Bazar. It was just after noon when our vehicle dropped us off at their house after climbing the hill from Chakoria. After resting and filling the stomach, we went out to see their village. Manikpur is a beautiful village in the middle of the Chunti-Harbang mountain range on one side and the Matamuhuri river flowing on the other. The methopath of the village has gone along the river bank. After walking a few steps and crossing the bend of the road, I saw an ancient mosque and stopped. Witnessing the lost days, the mosque is a sight to behold. Jewel said, the name of this mosque – three-domed mosque. In addition to the three domes, there are twelve minarets or arches.

 

 

 

The mosque was built in 1890 during the British rule by a local philanthropist named Fazal Keuk. The style of construction of the mosque is also known as ‘Mughal Mosque’ due to its Mughal architectural style. The village market fell a little after the mosque. Some small shops between the bamboo forest and the river bank. Rakhine communities have started to settle down right after the market. In Rakhinepara, the whole picture on both sides seemed to change. Rakhine houses touch the side of the road. The scaffolding on the scaffolding is almost entirely covered with wood. Blackwood. Rakhine people of all ages walking along with the backyard. Children are playing in the mischief of childhood by blowing the dust of the road. Someone is cycling.

Two Rakhine girls sit on school mats on an open platform perched on a hard wooden ledge. Leaving the houses in the neighborhood, he came across a coconut garden. A child is guarding a dab piled under a tree. The open land on the road to the coconut grove started and stopped at the foot of a distant hill range. In the dry season, flowers and tobacco are grown commercially. Then the houses in the neighborhood started again. A Rakhine was busy making furniture with cane and bamboo on the ground floor of the loft next to the yard. The lord of the house is known to the east of Turyada Jewel. He put our chair forward with a smile. Seeing the sliced ​​cane pieces and various handicrafts, I walked back to the edge of the neighborhood. The Mathamuhuri River flows here and there, forming many English ‘V’ shaped angles.

We are standing inside the two arms of the corner. Throwing the shores of the river over the river, the hill has risen with steep stone walls. Shelf here. Bunokalami and reed bushes creeping in the sand of the char. A group of teenagers from Rakhine and Bengali have played football in Char. The next destination is a litchi garden next to Rakhinepara. A long time ago, in the era of Shabana Babita, a film was shot here. The litchi garden is so famous. Rows of litchi trees arranged in layers. Carefully walk the slippery path through the long grass inside the garden. Bird nests can be seen inside the dense texture of litchi leaves. There are rows of betel trees standing on the other side of the garden across the river. Their long shadow has fallen on the sand of the char. A layer of silt has accumulated on the banks of the river. Matamuhuri was born in the Kraudong or Mountain Mountains on the Burmese border.

The river then spirals through the Sangu Matamuhuri Protected Forest in Bandarban. This silt is coming from the vast mountain forests along the stream. Across the river is a very high hill on the other side. A group of clouds is sitting on the top of the forest! After the litchi garden, the houses in the neighborhood came into view again. The end of Rakhinepara. This side of the neighborhood is quite secluded. All wooden cottages across the side of the clean yard to Takat. An elderly Rakhine woman has dried ripe tamarind in the sun. When he approached her, he smiled and handed her tamarind. Expressing gratitude with a smile, I walked around at the end of the neighborhood. Sitting on the veranda of the machaghar, a group of Rakhine children covered their faces with their hands and muttered what they were saying and laughing and eating! After Rakhinpara, there is a paved staircase from the foot of the high hill to the top. I climbed the stairs step by step. Buddhist monastery or keang is standing on the hill. Kayang, built in the style of Rakhine tradition, is made of black wood. I met a monk in the yard of Keang. Not far from there, at the end of the courtyard, on the slope of the hill, there is a jadi or pagoda with a lion gate. Sculptures of a pair of golden lions on both sides of the entrance. The color of a pair of small and large pointed pillars inside the jadi is also golden. Bench to sit next to. The stream flowing through the middle of the forest hill far below can be seen through the gaps of the trees next to Jadi. The evening came down on the way back from Keyang’s hill. We were mesmerized by the twinkling of twilight in the sky and a flock of woodpeckers flew towards the distant mountain range.

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