Snapshot
February 3 2011
Picture this. Music pounding. Lights flashing. Getting bumped on every side. The smell of sweat and alcohol. This is Bangla. Everywhere you look you are bombarded by horrific and heart breaking sights. Even though are ministry isn’t mainly on Bangla Road we still pray and pass through it when we walk to our street. On our street it feels as if they are trying to be more discreet about what is going on but on Bangla everything is out in the open. No one tries to hide anything. The girls stand there and it feels like they are crying...