This is a Rohingya kid.
Her father was killed by the Myanmar Army two years ago.
Her mother survived rape attempts and fled to Bangladesh. She got married to someone in Malaysia and left Bangladesh in the first chance she got.
She was very melancholic. I took a photo of her with her permission and as soon as I was done she left for school.
I can’t fathom her sorrow, no one to call mom or dad.
Camps are not a good place to live. Just spend a day in a poly-roof shanty and you would know what I am talking about.
I have talked to many Rohingya refugees. They don’t have a future here and they can see it. They want to leave Bangladesh, believe me.
But they will be killed surely just as many of their relatives were killed in front of their eyes. They need a minimum level of security to feel safe back in Myanmar. Even the Hindu among the Rohingya who lives near Shorobor Shop in Kutupalong Makeshift Camp is not willing to go back.
Today I took my parents to our Shops in Rohingya camps. They went inside a room of a Rohingya family. Since then they are sad. My mom was an orphan too. She lost her mother at the age of two. My ma was recalling her childhood memories and was crying on our way back.
This is called empathy. You put yourself into someone else’s shoes and feel what they are feeling.
If you are serious about Rohingya repatriation, put pressure on the Myanmar Government. Make the United Nations more active. Arrange a peace mission in Arakan.
Do something positive. Or keep silent.
And please stop showing us the filthy soul of yours.