Inhabitants
Most of the island's approximately 7,000 inhabitants live primarily from fishing. Besides, the other staple crops are rice and coconut. Being very common in the island, Algae is collected, then dried and finally exported to Myanmar. Between October and April, the fishermen from neighboring areas bring their caught fishes to the island's temporary wholesale market. As the centre and the south are mainly farmland and makeshift huts, most of the strenuous things are around the far north of the island. However exports of chicken, meat and other foods do come in from the mainland Bangladesh, Myanmar (Burma) . During the rainy season because of the terrible bay of bengal the inhabitats have no scope to go to mainland (teknaf) and their life has became dangerous as there is no doctor in this remote island
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