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Call me Heena

Shahria Sharmin

2012 - 2014

“I feel like a mermaid. My body tells me that I am a man but my soul tells me that I am a woman. I am like a flower, a flower that is made of paper. I shall always be loved from a distance, never to be touched and no smell to fall in love with.” Heena,51

Hijra, a term of South Asia which have no exact match in the modern western taxonomy of gender, designated as male at birth with feminine gender identity and eventually adopts feminine gender roles. They are often grossly labeled as hermaphrodites, eunuchs, transgender or transsexual women in literature, presently a more justified social term for them is the Third Gender. Transcending the biological definition, Hijras are more of social phenomena as a minority group and have a long recorded history in South Asia. However, their overall social acceptance and present conditions of living vary significantly in countries like Bangladesh, India and Pakistan. Perhaps the Hijras in Bangladesh faces the worst situation, which forces a good number of them to leave their motherland, to migrate to India.

Instead of coming from various social and family backgrounds, Hijras feel a strong sense of belongings to their groups. These groups give them the shelter of a family and the warmth of human relationship. Outside the group, they are discriminated and scorned almost everywhere. Traditionally they used to earn their living based on the cultural belief that Hijras can bless one’s house with prosperity and fertility. Because of our shared geographical and cultural history of the subcontinent, this particular Hindu belief slowly made room in the Muslim culture of this land. Times have changed and Hijras have lost their admired space in the society. Now they make a living by walking around the streets collecting money from shopkeepers, bus and train passengers or by prostitution.

I, like almost everyone else in my society, grew up seeing them as less than human. Their habits, way of life, and even looks marked them as different and deviant, as if a living testimony of biological aberration. Then I met Heena, who showed me how wrong I was. She opened her life to me, made me a part of her world and helped me to see something beyond the word Hijra. She made me understand her and other members of her community, as the mothers, daughters, friends and lovers that they actually are.

In today’s world, Hijras hardly get an opportunity to have a normal life. They do not have any school to study, no temple to pray in, no government and private organizations would want to see them in their employee list. They have no access to legal system nor do even health service providers welcome them.

I have started this self-financed on going project in the beginning of July 2012. My work has won the hearts and trust of many Hijras over the period of time, which I hope is evident in my photo essay. To know the full story, the work must go on.

After India, Nepal and Pakistan, Bangladesh has recently accepted the Hijras as the Third Gender. I am willing to seize this opportunity to highlight the fundamental aspects of social discrimination, which lead the Hijras to migrate into a foreign land. I would like to show how different religion and culture deal with issues like this differently and adds another dimension towards the social acceptance of Hijras.

Through my work, I am hoping to give a voice to the voiceless. Photography has always been an extremely effective tool to challenge the social stigma and help unleash a different reality to the world. I hope my work will help the Hijras to find a breathing space in a claustrophobic society like ours and find new friends in their friendless world.

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  • Pinky Guru (56)R, leader of a Hijja community,dancing with her follower in a Puja Party. 

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  • Knowing that Shumi (22) L & Priya(26) R have no chance to return to their family ,they have adjusted themselves to live under a guru (the leader of Hijra community) .

  • When Mohona(29) turned ten, her father locked her up for three years to hide her feminine nature from the world. She broke free and eloped and after a refuge here and there she ended up in Delhi. She has freedom now but lost the door of her home.

  • Nayan (24), a garment worker. In day time, she works in a factory,which is perceived as a legitimate earning to her family. But at night she goes back to her community. 

  • Deepika's (29) journey has perhaps just begun, under the street lights of Delhi she guides no one but herself.

  • Poppy (47)L and Kesri (45)R may be dead to their families, whom they left ages ago, but they are strongly living through each other for decades. They have found a friendship which can come close to replacing unfulfilled unconditional love.

  • Moyna’s (54) Guru passed on leaving her the plainness of a widow along with responsibilities and restrictions of the real world. It’s been forty years since Moyna went home, but between the puffs of her smoking pipe she dreams for a death in motherland -Bangladesh. Kolkata, 2014.

  • Aporupa (27)Left, used to sell eggs. Now she sells her body dwelling under a Guru with ten others in a small room.

  • When Mohona(29) turned ten, her father locked her up for three years to hide her feminine nature from the world. She broke free and eloped and after a refuge here and there she ended up in Delhi. She has freedom now but lost the door of her home.

  • "I feel like a mermaid. My body tells me I am a man & my soul tells me I am a woman" Heena (51)

  • Tiptap’s (8) father and the hijja community exchanged her luck against nature’s progression. Her dance under the light continues though till tomorrow decides fate.

  • "I like to see guys get attracted to me, like other women" Jesmin (24)

  • Moyna’s (54) Guru passed on leaving her the plainness of a widow along with responsibilities and restrictions of the real world. It’s been forty years since Moyna went home, but between the puffs of her smoking pipe she dreams for a death in motherland -Bangladesh. Kolkata, 2014.

  • "Always desiring to be a mother I have adopted Boishakhi. But what if she calls me father someday ! " Salma (27)

  • "I  am giving an exam, result is unknown to me".. Tina (21)

  • Poppy (47)L and Kesri (45)R may be dead to their families, whom they left ages ago, but they are strongly living through each other for decades. They have found a friendship which can come close to replacing unfulfilled unconditional love.


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