Everyone got scattered on that day. I do not know where my family is. I ran away with my neighbors to Bangladesh. And, Ah, my son and father-in-law were killed by Myanmar army and the Buddhist people form Rakhine. Now I live here, with the remaining 6 members of my family.
I am a TBA. When I was in Myanmar I was working at Malteser (German NGO). In addition to her role as a TBA, she was in charge of vaccination, polio treatment, and the like. Malteser’s clinic was the only free clinic we had. Other hospitals would only take patients who could pay their extra treatment fee. Poor people with severe illnesses and no money could only wait for death without any medical treatment. Now I am worried that the shelter we live in won’t last long and will collapse. I made it with my own hands. Only bamboo was provided, I bought all the other materials myself. Illness can make us succumb, I have pain all over my body. Neither my husband nor I have any income, we cannot eat anything, without money we cannot buy nutritious products like meat or fish. The only food we get through distribution is rice, oil and beans. I would like to have gas for cooking.
I wouldn’t say that the Bangladesh government is doing bad job on the contrary I think Bangladesh is doing a lot of efforts.
It took seven days to come here. I lost everything. Only the people who have experienced our suffering and difficulties can understand I came crawling but I arrived. I want to tell our plight to the international community and ask for justice. If there is justice, we will return to Myanmar. To that end, civil rights and human rights must be guaranteed. I would like the international community to work diligently to ensure that human natural rights can be secured for us when we return. I would like to return to Myanmar.
Myanmar government does not recognize Rohingya as an ethic group. We have been a Rohingya for a long time, through many generations. When Japan and the UK fought in Myanmar, Rohingya were involved there should be evidence to show that Rohingya existed. Yet, I do not know why the Myanmar government suddenly came to call us as Bengali. We are Rohingya, that’s it.
©Kazuo Koishi
