User:RO MOHAMMAD ZUBAIR

I woke up to the sound of a bomb blast. Soon after, I heard shootings and people screaming. We ran for 30 minutes. Once we felt safe, curiosity kicked in. We wanted to know what happened to the others.

Crawling to the top of the hill, we looked down to our village. We saw dead bodies and soldiers committing atrocities to a young woman from my school. I felt sick. Every dream I had was shattered.

Since August 2017, hundreds of thousands of Rohingya people have fled the destruction of their homes and persecution in Myanmar, including me. We’ve crossed the border into Bangladesh, where we now occupy about 24 refugee camps.

And though I have no right to a higher level of education or a clear future to look forward to, my hope is to one day return home with my friends and family to claim the rights we truly deserve.