Okay, you understand that I have no way of verifying everything I am about to write. So how about treating it as a story?
There was a small coastal village in the Chittagong region named Palongkee (the other variation of the name is Panowa), meaning yellow flower. The warm blue waters of the Bay of Bengal lapped at the sandy beaches which streched for miles... and I mean literally... for 120 kilometers!!! The Rakhain people were a simple fishing community, and they lived in tolerable harmony with the bountiful sea which sometimes demanded sacrifice, and took lives in stormy frenzy. Well...c'est la vie.
However, the village was not always serene and tranquil. It had seen it's fair share of bloodshed. Arakan kings ruled the area, and then it came under Mughal rule in 1666. The Mughal Prince Shah Shuja had once halted his retinue of one thousand palanquins there - the place where he stopped was named Dulahazara (dula means palanquin and hazara means thousand). The Tiparas won it from the Mughals, and lost it to the Arakans, and then came the Portughese and finally the British.