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Dr. Neomal Gunaratna

Celebrating the Life and Legacy of Dr Naomal P. S. Gunaratna 10 January 1931 – 07 May 2026

When a colossus of human virtue departs this earthly theatre, the silence left in its wake is not merely the absence of sound, but a profound, resonant reverberation that echoes through the very corridors of our souls. On that most distressing 07 of May, 2026, the mortal final curtain fell upon the magnificent, multi-faceted tapestry of a life lived to its exquisite pinnacle. Dr Naomal P. S. Gunaratna, having completed a glorious earthly sojourn of ninety-five years, surrendered his gentle spirit to the infinite, leaving behind a world demonstrably poorer for his departure.

To speak of him is to speak of an absolute gem of humanity, a mortal who walked among us with the quiet majesty of a king, the tender heart of a saint, and the flawless grace of a true nobleman. He was a Consultant Paediatrician of peerless distinction. Yet for all that, well above and beyond the glittering accolades of his noble vocation, he was, in the truest and most sublime sense of the phrase, a human being par excellence.

In attempting to encapsulate the vast depth of Naomal’s character, even the richness of the English language feels frustratingly inadequate, compelling one to search for words forged in the fires of profoundest reverence. He was a grandee possessed of sterling qualities so rare in this modern transactional era that his presence felt like an exquisite anachronism; a beautiful remainder of an age when honour was a man’s sanctuary, and integrity was his unwavering Northern Star. His uniqueness did not stem from an assertive, ostentatious display of superiority. It blossomed from the quiet, luminous radiance of an authentic soul. To have been counted among his close friends is a privilege of such monumental proportions that it stands as one of the most radiant blessings of my own life. Our bond was not woven from the fragile threads of casual acquaintance, but forged in the durable crucible of mutual respect, shared ideals, and a deep, unspoken understanding of the beauty inherent in lives dedicated to the service of others.

In an age where the ethical landscape is all too often obscured by the shifting mists of compromise and moral ambivalence, Naomal stood like an unyielding granite cliff against the turbulent seas of opportunism. His rectitude was absolute, non-negotiable, and entirely independent of an audience. He did what was right, not for the fleeting warmth of public adulation, but because his internal moral compass was tuned to an otherworldly frequency. His word was a sacred covenant, an unbreakable bond that required no legal seal or written witness. In his professional life as a Consultant Paediatrician, this supreme integrity manifested as an unswerving commitment to the highest principles of Hippocratic devotion. He was a healer who could neither be bought nor swayed by the seductive allure of material gain or institutional politics. He wielded his stethoscope not as an instrument of commerce, but as a sacred conduit of compassion, bridging the divide between clinical expertise and the tender vulnerabilities of human suffering.

How can one adequately depict the soft, enveloping warmth of a heart that beats in perpetual symphony with the distress of others? Naomal’s benevolence was not a performative gesture, nor was it a duty executed with cold, clinical precision. It was an effusive, spontaneous overflow of pure, unadulterated love. It was a kindness that possessed its own unique atmosphere, a soothing gentleness that disarmed fear and banished despair. When he entered a room, the emotional temperature invariably rose, thawed by the genuine, sparkling warmth of his magnificent smile. His eyes, windows to a soul completely devoid of malice, mirrored a profound empathy that could diagnose a broken spirit as swiftly as a physical ailment.

He was brought up in his early days at De Mazenod College in Kandana, St Peter’s College Colombo, Royal College Colombo, and during the period of World War II, in Glendale College, Bandarawela. In a glittering career that followed specialisation in paediatrics, he has worked in the Government Hospital in Gampaha and Kuliyapitiya, the Department of Paediatrics of the University of Peradeniya, North Colombo Medical College in Ragama and then at the Department of Paediatrics of the University of Kelaniya. To the thousands of children who passed through his healing hands across the decades, he was not merely a doctor in a sterile white coat; he was a grand, benevolent guardian angel, a comforting presence whose very touch possessed an alchemy that turned terror into tranquillity and tears into triumphant laughter. To scores of his students, he was a father figure, a mentor and a brilliant teacher. In the years gone by, he was the President of the Sri Lanka Paediatric Association, which is now the Sri Lanka College of Paediatricians, President of the Vaccines and Infectious Diseases Forum of Sri Lanka and a much-valued Council Member of the Independent Medical Practitioners Association (IMPA). The unblemished finesse that he exhibited in these positions is indeed an abiding lesson to all and sundry.

As a Consultant Paediatrician, Naomal’s brilliance was legendary, a beacon of excellence that illuminated the medical fraternity. Yet, his profound intellect was beautifully balanced by an equal measure of humility. He possessed the rare ability to untangle the most knotty, complex medical conundrums with a swift, intuitive diagnostic precision, all while maintaining a bedside manner that was as gentle as a summer breeze. He understood, with a depth that bypassed mere textbook knowledge, that a sick child is a fragile ecosystem, intertwined with the agonising anxieties of distraught parents. Consequently, his consultations were masterclasses in holistic healing. He did not merely treat a disease; he cradled a family. He would spend hours patiently explaining clinical intricacies to frightened mothers, his voice a calm, reassuring anchor in the midst of their emotional storms. He treated the children of royalty and the children of peasants, with the same meticulous care, the same overflowing affection, and the same absolute dedication, recognising the identical, priceless spark of divinity within each innocent soul.

A personal anecdote goes to show the most admirable and true spirit of the man. I did not know Naomal from Adam till 1990. In January of 1990, following my tenure of office in General Hospital Badulla, General Hospital Ratnapura and General Hospital Kurunegala, I was posted as the Consultant Paediatrician to Kalubowila Hospital by the Ministry of Health. Both Naomal and I did our Private Consultations at Asiri Medical Hospital. We worked on the same floor and became really close friends. He had loads of patients, while I had extremely few, as I was totally unknown. Most of the time, I was seated in my Consulting Room, twiddling my thumbs and waiting for some tangible work with children.

Then one day, Naomal came to my room and said that he needed to go abroad for an extended period of about six to eight months and asked me whether I could look after his patients. I was very happy to do it as at that time, as it was like ‘manna from heaven’ for me. So, it went on, I looked after his little patients, and I was financially the richer for it.

Then, when Naomal came back after all those months, I told all his patients that I was only covering up his work and that they should go back to him. However, some of them wanted to stay with me. I told them that the only way in which I would continue to look after their children was for them to get a note to that effect from Dr Naomal Gunaratna. I was quite sure that it would not come to pass that way. They went to him and told him what I said, and Naomal, most nonchalantly, graciously and with the greatest pleasure, issued a little note to each of them in which he had written “My dear BJC, please be kind enough to take over the care of this child“. Need I say more? What a man? What a fantastic person who showed by his quiet deeds that his values transcended petty considerations and monetary reflections?

The longevity of ninety-five years is a milestone granted only to a few. For Naomal, these nine decades plus were not merely a passive accumulation of days but a grand, purposeful march through time. He aged with an unparalleled, majestic dignity, his wisdom deepening like a fine vintage, while his youthful enthusiasm for life remained entirely unextinguished by the passing years. Even as his physical frame grew frail under the inevitable weight of time, his mind remained a brilliant, caerulean laboratory of thought, and his spirit retained its effervescent, childlike joy. He never allowed the cynicism of an evolving world to pollute the pristine waters of his optimism. To sit with him in his twilight years was to drink from a fountain of pure, unvarnished wisdom. He looked back upon his long journey not with the wistful regrets of a man mourning, but with the serene, tranquil satisfaction of an accomplished master craftsman who looks upon a masterpiece and knows he has given it his all, in the finest sense of the phrase.

We must also celebrate the quiet, understated grandeur of his private universe. Naomal was a man of exquisite tastes, an intellectual who found solace in the harmony of great literature, the majesty of classical arts, and the quiet contemplation of nature’s wonders. Yet, his greatest joy was found in the warmth of human connections. He was a loyal, fiercely protective friend, a steadfast pillar of strength upon whom one could lean with absolute confidence, even during life’s most turbulent seasons. In an era dominated by superficial relationships and digital illusions, his friendship was a solid, tangible sanctuary. His conversations were never trivial; they were rich and multi-layered tapestries woven with historical anecdotes, medical philosophies, gentle humour, and profound spiritual insights. To converse with him was to be elevated, and to be challenged to think more deeply, love more expansively, and live more honourably.

On that day of his departure from this mortal world, the world lost an exceptional treasure. The medical profession lost one of its most venerable elder statesmen, humanity lost an exemplary ambassador, and I lost a cherished brother of the heart. The grief we feel is heavy, a dark and suffocating shroud that threatens to overwhelm us. Yet, as we stand in the shadow of this monumental loss, we must not weep as those who have no hope. Naomal’s demise is not an absolute end but a glorious transition. It is the triumphant homecoming of a soul that has magnificently fulfilled its earthly mandate. The physical vessel which carried his inner being may return to the dust from which it came, but the essence of who he was, the kindness he disseminated, the lives he saved, the love he kindled, and the pristine integrity he modelled remain forever immortalised in the fabric of our realities.

He has crossed the ultimate horizon, entering that everlasting realm where pain is obsolete, and peace reigns eternal. We can almost see him now, walking through fields of everlasting light, his countenance radiant, his step light and free, greeted by a chorus of godly beings and even the grateful souls of the children he mended but who preceded him into eternity. The man has fought the good fight, he has finished the race, he has kept the faith with absolute, unyielding fidelity. His life was a beautiful, symphonic ensemble dedicated to the upliftment of humans, and its final stanza, though hushed in death, is an abiding opus which leaves an eternal melody playing in our hearts.

Farewell, my dearly beloved friend; goodbye, Dr Naomal P. S. Gunaratna. You were an absolute gem of a person, a human being par excellence, and a star that burned with a brilliant, comforting light in our earthly sky. Though you have gone away from our sight, your luminescence will continue to guide our steps through the gathering shadows until that glorious dawn when we shall meet again on the farther shore.

May your most beautiful, noble soul rest in eternal, serene, and uninterrupted peace. May you attain eternal bliss!

I conclude with the immortal words, as depicted by the great bard William Shakespeare in Julius Caesar (Act V, Scene 5) “His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him that nature might stand up and say to all the world, This was a man.”

By Dr B. J. C. Perera
Specialist Consultant Paediatrician



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We were here first: The case for Malaypolitical representation in Sri Lanka

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Sri Lankan Malay father and son

There is a mosque on Slave Island in Colombo that has stood for more than three centuries. Masjidul Jamiya was not built by merchants or pilgrims. It was built by soldiers, Malay soldiers who came to this island in service to the Dutch crown and, after 1796, to the British, and who stayed, raised families, and made Ceylon their permanent home. That mosque, and the neighborhood that grew quietly around it, is perhaps the most visible monument to something the rest of this country has largely forgotten: that the Malays of Sri Lanka have been here, contributing and serving, for longer than the modern republic has existed.

Today the community that built that mosque numbers approximately 40,000 people. We are 0.2 percent of the population. We hold no seat in Parliament. We have no dedicated political voice. With each passing decade our language, our culture and our civic presence grow a little quieter. This is not an appeal for sympathy. It is a case, resting on history and on democratic principle, for a recognition that is long overdue. The Malays of Sri Lanka are not asking for charity. We are asking to be counted in the nation we helped build

A Community of Soldiers, Scholars and Statesmen

The Sri Lankan Malay story does not begin in the colonial footnotes. Austronesian seafarers reached these shores as early as 200 BC. The 13th century brought Chandrabhanu Sridhamaraja, a Javanese ruler who led an invasion from Tambralinga and briefly held dominion over northern Sri Lanka. The community that exists today, however, traces its roots most concretely to the Dutch colonial era, when soldiers, nobles and political exiles from across the Indonesian archipelago, from Sulawesi, Java, Bali, Ambon and Madura, arrived in Ceylon and never returned.

These were not passive arrivals waiting for history to happen around them. The Malays became the backbone of Ceylon’s colonial military, serving with enough distinction that the British formalised their role through the Ceylon Rifle Regiment, a unit staffed almost entirely by Malays. The regiment’s influence extended far beyond the barracks. Malay soldiers in Colombo published the first Malay-language newspaper issued anywhere in the Eastern world. They built mosques across Kandy, Badulla, Kurunegala and Hambantota. They left their mark on the Sinhala language in ways that persist to this day: the words sarong, rabana, botale, kamara, bonchi and soldaduwa all trace their roots to Malay. The nation’s beloved dodol is a Malay contribution.

In the legal and civic sphere, the record is equally substantial. Justice Maas Thajoon Akbar became the first Malay Justice of the Supreme Court of Sri Lanka in the 1920s. Tuan Burhanudeen Jayah, known as T. B. Jayah, served in the Legislative Council, the State Council and in the first post-independence Parliament. Dr. P. Drahaman, a physician who founded the All Ceylon Malay Congress in 1944, won a parliamentary seat in 1956 and argued with striking clarity that Malays deserved representation in their own right, distinct from any other community. In the armed forces, Brigadier T. S. B. Sally rose to become Chief of Staff of the Sri Lanka Army, the highest rank any Malay officer has ever held.

This is not a peripheral community. This is a community that has served at every level of Sri Lankan public life and has been rendered progressively invisible in the democratic structures of the state it helped to build. We shaped this nation’s language, defended its sovereignty and administered its laws. Yet today we hold no seat in its Parliament.

The Slow Erasure

The 2024 Census records the Malay community within a combined category alongside Burghers, Chetties, Bharathas and Veddas that together account for just 0.3 percent of Sri Lanka’s total population of 21.7 million. Within that fraction, the Malays number fewer than 40,000. Under Sri Lanka’s proportional representation system, where votes are cast for parties across multi-member electoral districts, a community of this size has no realistic prospect of parliamentary representation through any community-specific route.

The practical consequence has been absorption into broader Muslim political formations that do not always attend to the specific cultural, linguistic and civic concerns of the Malay community. The All Ceylon Malay Political Union, which fought explicitly and consistently for a distinct Malay political voice, faded from active political life decades ago. The last Malay to hold a parliamentary seat of any kind was a nominated member in 1989. That is 37 years without representation.

The Sri Lanka Malay language, a creole blending Austronesian, Sinhala and Tamil in proportions found nowhere else on earth, is classified as endangered. Senior academics who are themselves Malay acknowledge that they rarely speak it at home. The Malay Club at Slave Island, the Sri Lanka Malay Association, the Conference of Sri Lanka Malays: these institutions remain active and their members dedicated, but cultural associations cannot substitute for political representation. Without a voice in policy, a community has no mechanism to advocate for its own language, its schools or its civic recognition.

The Bonds That Remain

What makes the Malay political case distinctive, and worth the attention of any serious Sri Lankan political leader, is the particular character of the community’s relationship with the Sinhalese majority. Unlike many of the fault lines that have defined Sri Lankan politics for decades, the Malay connection with Sinhalese society runs deep and is rooted in centuries of genuine proximity. Sri Lankan scholars have documented significant intermarriage between early Malay settlers and Sinhalese communities, particularly in the south and west of the island. The linguistic overlap is not incidental; it reflects generations of neighbors, colleagues and extended family.

The Malays were never a party to this country’s most devastating ethnic conflicts. A community that is small in number and dispersed across Colombo and the western coast has always been obliged to build relationships across communal lines rather than retreat behind them.

That quality of bridge-building is not weakness, nor is it political neutrality born of indifference. It is the earned disposition of a people who have always understood that their future in Sri Lanka is inseparable from the future of the country as a whole.

In a political moment when Sri Lanka is actively pursuing national reconciliation and inclusive governance under the NPP administration of President Anura Kumara Dissanayake, that disposition is not a liability. It is a genuine political asset. The Malay community has never been an adversary in Sri Lanka’s story. We have always been partners. It is time the state recognised us as such.

What Representation Would Look Like

This is not an argument for a return to communal politics or ethnic bloc-building. Sri Lanka has paid an enormous price for that history and nobody with any sense wants to revisit it. What is being argued here is a model of civic representation rooted in culture, in documented contribution and in constitutional possibility.

The National List, the 29 proportionally allocated parliamentary seats distributed after each general election, has been used before to include communities and voices that the direct electoral system cannot accommodate. A major political party that chose to place a credible Malay representative on its National List would bear no electoral cost for doing so and would signal something genuine about its understanding of Sri Lanka’s full diversity. That is not a complicated ask.

At the local level, the Colombo Municipal Council and the relevant Pradeshiya Sabhas offer a more immediate pathway. The Malay community is concentrated enough in Slave Island, Wellawatte and the broader Colombo district that a well-organised ward-level campaign is a realistic proposition. Local government has historically been where minority community members establish the credibility that national politics eventually recognizes.

Beyond elections, there is a straightforward case for formal state recognition of the Sri Lankan Malay community’s cultural and linguistic heritage, including support for language preservation, inclusion in national school curricula and proper documentation of Malay contributions to Sri Lankan history. When Mahatma Gandhi visited Sri Lanka in 1927, he reportedly mentioned the Malays in nearly every public address he gave on the island. It would be a particular kind of failure if the modern Sri Lankan state knew less about its own communities than a visiting guest did, a century ago.

A Voice Worth Having

I write this as a Sri Lankan Malay who has a great deal of affection for this country and a clear-eyed view of both what it has been and what it can become. The NPP government came to power on a conviction that the old patterns of Sri Lankan politics needed to be broken and that the state should answer to all of its people. If that conviction is real rather than rhetorical, it must eventually reckon with the communities that have slipped through the architecture of the electoral system through no failure of their own but through the simple arithmetic of smallness.

Forty thousand Malays. Three centuries of documented service. No seat in Parliament.

That is not a record that should be comfortable for any government that takes representation seriously. It is, however, one that is entirely possible to change.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Thanzyl Thajudeen FCIPR FCIM FCMI is a Chartered PR Practitioner, Managing Director of Mark and Comm (Pvt) Ltd, and a board member of PRCA Asia Pacific. He was named Campaign Asia-Pacific 40 Under 40 in 2024. He is a Sri Lankan Malay. The views expressed are his own.

by Thanzyl Thajudeen,a Sri Lankan Malay ✍️

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Role of children’s stories in learning English and their impact on children

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Children’s stories have always been an important part of childhood. From traditional fairy tales to modern picture books, stories entertain children while also helping them understand the world around them. When children are learning English as a language, stories become an especially valuable tool because they provide a natural, enjoyable, and meaningful way to develop language skills. Through characters, plots, and imaginative situations, children’s stories support vocabulary development, improve communication abilities, and encourage confidence in using English.

One of the greatest benefits of children’s stories in English language learning is that they introduce children to new vocabulary in a meaningful context. Instead of memorising isolated words from a list, children learn words through situations and actions within a story. For example, a story about a farm may introduce words such as “animal,” “field,” “farmer,” and “plant” while showing how these words relate to each other. This contextual learning helps children understand and remember new vocabulary more effectively.

Stories also improve children’s listening skills. When teachers, parents, or other speakers read stories aloud, children hear correct pronunciation, sentence structures, and natural expressions in English. Regular exposure to spoken English helps children become familiar with the rhythm, sounds, and patterns of the language. Even when children do not understand every word, they can often follow the meaning through pictures, gestures, and the events of the story. Over time, this develops their ability to understand spoken English in different situations.

Another important impact of children’s stories is the development of speaking skills. Stories encourage children to talk about characters, describe events, answer questions, and share their own ideas. Activities such as retelling a story, acting out scenes, or discussing what might happen next give children opportunities to practise English in a relaxed environment. Because stories are enjoyable and engaging, children are often more willing to participate and communicate without fear of making mistakes.

Children’s stories also support the development of grammar skills. Through repeated exposure to well-formed sentences, children gradually recognize how English works. They learn common sentence patterns, verb forms, and ways of expressing ideas. For young learners, grammar is often easier to understand when it is presented through a story rather than through direct explanations. For example, a story that describes past events naturally introduces the use of past tense verbs, allowing children to observe grammar in action.

In addition to language development, stories have a strong influence on children’s imagination and creativity. Stories allow children to enter different worlds, meet interesting characters, and explore new ideas. When learning English, imagination makes the language experience more meaningful. A child who becomes interested in a story about a brave character or a magical adventure is more likely to remember the words and expressions connected with that experience. Creativity also encourages children to create their own stories, which further strengthens their ability to use English.

Children’s stories can also help develop cultural awareness. Language is closely connected with culture, and stories often introduce children to different traditions, lifestyles, and values. English stories from different countries allow children to learn about people and places beyond their own experiences. This helps them understand that English is not only a subject to study but also a way to communicate with people around the world.

Reading stories in English can also increase children’s motivation and positive attitudes toward learning. Many children may find learning a new language challenging, especially when they focus only on textbooks or exercises. Stories make learning more enjoyable because they combine education with entertainment. When children associate English with fun and creativity, they are more likely to develop curiosity and continue learning.

The emotional impact of stories should not be overlooked. Many children’s stories contain themes such as friendship, kindness, courage, and problem-solving. Through characters and situations, children can learn important social and emotional lessons. Discussing these themes in English gives children opportunities to express feelings, opinions, and personal experiences. This not only improves language ability but also supports emotional growth.

Teachers play an important role in using stories effectively in English language classrooms. Selecting stories that match children’s age, interests, and language levels is essential. Teachers can support understanding by using pictures, asking questions, encouraging predictions, and connecting the story to children’s lives. Repetition is also valuable, as hearing the same story several times allows children to become more familiar with vocabulary and sentence structures.

Parents can also encourage language learning through storytelling at home. Reading English stories together, listening to audiobooks, or watching story-based programs can provide additional exposure to the language. A supportive environment where children feel comfortable experimenting with English can greatly improve their confidence and progress.

In conclusion, children’s stories have a powerful impact on learning English as a language. They provide children with opportunities to develop vocabulary, listening, speaking, reading, and grammar skills in an enjoyable and meaningful way. Beyond language learning, stories encourage imagination, creativity, cultural understanding, and emotional development. By making English learning engaging and enjoyable, children’s stories help young learners build a strong foundation for future communication and lifelong learning.

Saumya Aloysius

(A children’s writer contributing to both local and foreign newspapers as a freelance writer)

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When governments destroy mangroves

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Any government that comes into power is a caretaker – of its people, environment and security. This is another glaring occasion where their lack of knowledge, or blatant disregard to the environment is causing long-lasting damage to this country.

After the devastation of the tsunami, then governments took the initiative to raise natural protection of the island by undertaking massive projects to plant mangroves. It was a long-term project, spanning 20 years, by the armed forces, to get these barriers up. Now the same army is used by this government to chop down these mangroves!!

This is happening right now in the Trincomalee lagoon. Nearly 40 lorry loads of mangrove forest have been taken away already. The excuse used for this is dengue control, a circular issued by the presidential secretariat in June. The ignorance is here; the seawater mixed lagoon does NOT breed mosquitoes. Trincomalee does not pop up in the dengue demographics, even as a high risk area. Yes, there is garbage, and plastic thrown into the mangroves that can be breeding grounds for mosquitoes. These can be cleared away in a clean-up operations, without harming the mangrove trees. It has been done a few times before, by previous government authorities, like coast conservation, who know the value of the mangrove belts. The local rumour becomes believable, that this deplorable act is done to please some local business partners of the area who run pleasure boats in the lagoon.

Yes, unhealthy mangroves can breed mosquitoes. But mangroves are ‘decease swamps’ is a dangerous myth. That mangroves are dirty, stagnant swamps teeming with decease carrying mosquitoes is a misconception that promotes harmful policies to control dengue outbreaks. This top myth justifies the illegal coastal clearance today in Trincomalee. It is destroying an important ecological asset of this country, mangroves, while failing to address the true root of dengue transmission. Where is the coast conservation department in this situ? Have they got CCD permission to carry out this butchery?

Healthy mangroves do not breed dengue mosquitoes, especially the one’s closely connected to the sea like in Trincomalee. The larvae needs completely still unmoving water to breathe at the surface, and mature. The power of tidal flushing which keeps water circulating in the mangroves makes this impossible. Also the daily ebb and flow of ocean tides keeps the water moving in the mangroves and frequently drains the forest floor. The natural hydrology of healthy mangroves, acts as an automatic self-regulating barrier against stagnant water collection, making viable breeding sites virtually impossible.

Also mangroves contain nature’s exterminators. It hosts a massive army of mosquito predators. These mangroves are not dead swamps but vibrant nurseries. Young Fish, dragon flies, crusteasians, and insectivorous birds are natural mosquito predators. Clearing mangroves collapses this natural food web, removing this natural pest control.

In fact, clearing mangroves is counterproductive and will backfire with worsened dengue cases. The heavy machinery will leave a scarred landscape with deep tyre tracks in the marshy soil making stagnant water pools and disrupted drainage. When rainwater fills these artificial depressions it will create perfect stagnant, predator free, fresh water pools, Ideal breeding grounds for Aedes aegypti. Also clearing this kind of buffers can bring in the urban sprawl with its people, housing, and garbage, to the new degraded land.

The collateral damage is even bigger. Destroying mangroves in the name of pest control leaves coastal populations poorer, hungrier, and highly vulnerable to extreme weather. One would have thought at least the people in the coast conservation department were knowledgeable enough about the loss of wave attenuation with removal of mangroves and the risk of flooding and storm surge damages to the coastal areas. Collapse of these fish nurseries should ring alarm bells in the fisheries department. Reduced fish harvest and loss of livelihood for the local fishermen should have had fisheries department people rushing to the site. But neither of the mentioned government departments have raised a murmur, in the face of political influence. This is the sad truth of the country at the moment. Sri Lanka’s climate resilience has been compromised by release of stored ‘blue carbon’ and a loss of natural buffer against rising sea levels, while the responsible people in the government are silent in front of an ignorant political hierarchy.

This is an appeal to the highest authority in the country to stop this environmentally insensitive projects of this nature being coughed up by ignorant municipal members. Clearing these forests directly violates so many policies on conservation. Our local fishermen depend entirely on healthy mangrove root systems—such as those being chopped down. From a health perspective, medical professionals have repeatedly assured us that under the current National Policy Framework, marshy lands and mangrove ecosystems pose no threat of dengue. We request your guidance and intervention to ensure our environment is not sacrificed.

Citizen S

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