Rana Plaza was a nine storied commercial building at Savar, in the outskirts of Dhaka, wherein 24 April 2013 the most devastating event of building collapse in the history of Bangladesh took place. It was a garment factory from third floor upward to seventh floor where at least 5000 workers were employed. Despite confirming a major crack in the building structure one day before the catastrophe, the workers were forced to be present on the next day. The building collapsed at around 9 am on 24 April killing 1100 garments workers. Around 2500 workers were injured and another 800 were missing. This is one of the most devastating industrial disasters of the century which required 17 days of rescue operation. The corpses of workers were coming out of the wreckage one by one while the relatives of the workers waited outside holding their beloveds’ pictures. Some of the victims were trapped under the corpses of other workers, some had to be rescued by amputating their arms or legs, sometimes the paramedics were shouting out saying “we need equipments to cut off the limbs which are trapped under concrete”. Some of the relatives started searching through the collapsed floors in search of the body of beloved one just with a torch light. Just to find a single person alive.
The skilled garments workers, who finely crafted apparels for others, don't have a simple piece of clean cloth their own burial for themselves. Sometimes they are burnt alive in fires at the factories they work. Sometimes the very building collapse upon them, ending lives. As decomposed corpse, their burnt, bloody, deteriorated clothes remain their sole immediate identity and, so they are buried without ceremonial process. These workers mostly come from villages below poverty line. They come to the city just for a better urban living. Without their knowledge they become trapped. In good hope they enter the deadly hollows known as elements of the Garments Industry. Soon the workers make news headlines. On our streets, they turn to marching voices of the death. For moments they hit out of sense. But after a while our senses become blunt. Who are these people, really? What are they? Are they men? Women? Children? What role do they really play in our society? Do they simply march as dead voices every now and then? Unheard. Unattended. Under the wreckage of Rana Plaza still ear ring, hair, Id card, money bag, damaged passport sized photo can be found as if they are still waiting for the missing workers.