In November, a fire at Tazreen Fashions Factory in another suburb of Dhaka killed at least 112 people.
And now this.
The daily rhythm
At this disaster zone, the pungent stench of death permeates the air.
Rescue workers cover their faces with T-shirts to escape the smell of decaying flesh.
But it often proves too much. They keel over and vomit.
Each body pulled out takes an emotional toll. Each more heart-wrenching than the one before.
Over the weekend, rescuers found an outstretched hand sticking out from the rubble. In the man's clenched fist, a crumpled piece of paper.
"Dear father and mother," it read. "Please forgive me that I can't buy your medication anymore. Dear brother, please tend to our parents."
The note then named the victim's village. "Please send my body there."
In another case, workers found two bodies covered in dust. A man and a woman holding each other in an embrace as they awaited death.
Khan, the reporter, recalled coming across a man trapped from his waist down under a heavy slab of concrete.
Awakened by the flash from photographers' cameras, he pleaded to be rescued.
"Brothers, please save me! Please save me!" he urged.
For three days, he pleaded.
But there was little anyone could do. The slab proved too heavy to lift off him, Khan said.
The man died.
But the miracles keep workers going.
A woman was pulled out after more than 45 hours. She had been trapped under a machine. After failing to pull her hand out, rescue workers were forced to saw it off. But she lived.
Another woman who went into labor and gave birth while trapped was also pulled out alive. Her baby also lived.