The international community, through the UN, or indeed any other avenue, must be urged to address these concerns; Bangladesh cannot be allowed to become another 'never again', and the international community would do well to heed Moliere's advice, whether it wishes to acknowledge it or not, 'we are responsible for what we do not do'.
This Christmas potentially millions of girls living around the world will be facing the risk of sexual violence and exploitation. But putting an exact number on just how many is impossible. The problem is often hidden and concrete figures are hard to come by. These are invisible girls - children who fall through the cracks, who are frequently barely noticed and can face horrific sexual violence.
As a sector, we've been burying our heads in the sand and hoping that the negative press and public opinion will soon subside but it's been a year and the angst and anguish doesn't seem to be getting any better. The longer there is a misconception about the work we do, the fewer funds there are being brought in and, as a result, fewer lives are being changed.
My memories of Bangladesh are those of someone else. Being a second generation immigrant is a strange thing; memories and ties to a place you have visited but never lived in. A curious familiarity and nostalgia created through the stories retold by homesick parents to children who speak and think in a different language.
The terror attack is a sad way to end this blessed month of Ramadan for the people of Bangladesh. It is a terrible end of so many innocent lives. I feel intensely distressed by these massacres. As an Imam I offer my sincere prayers and condolences for those who have lost their lives in these atrocities. Bangladesh, may God grant you true freedom and shelter from tyranny. May God make you a great nation again.
In the UK, when you're sick you go to the doctor and expect a swift and accurate diagnosis. It is rare to be told that your symptoms are unheard of or to be given a completely incorrect diagnosis. In many countries though, this is commonplace, especially when it comes to lesser known diseases like leprosy and lymphatic filariasis.
The Bangladesh cricket team has never been better. World Cup quarter finalists, seventh in the one day rankings and with recent series wins against India, South Africa and Pakistan - it's no surprise that when Bangladesh fans come up with their all-time eleven - it tends to skew heavily towards the current line up.
I'm becoming impassive to the inconsistent and selective mantra chanting of Western liberals calling for human rights, rule of law and democracy. They seem to be quick to condemn human rights abuse in certain situations but in others, especially those involving Muslims, they remain curiously silent.
Parvin sits on the bed in a small dark room where she lives with her three year old son Rasul in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. She shares the room with another woman and her child. The bed takes up nearly all of the floor space, saris hang from the walls, hair oil, a brush and medicine sit on the only shelf in the room, and there is a pink plastic bowl on the floor for washing...