Rohingya Refugees Quotes

I may be stateless. But I am not voiceless.

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preeminently powerful country upended by fear that their toy vineyards and hobby stables, their world-class beaches and lavishly funded public schools, would be inundated by rivers of mud, the community as thoroughly ravaged as the sprawling camps of temporary shacks housing Rohingya refugees from Myanmar in the monsoon region of Bangladesh. It was. More than a dozen died, including a toddler swept away by mud and carried miles down the mountainslope to the sea; schools closed and highways flooded, foreclosing the routes of emergency vehicles and making the community an inland island, as if behind a blockade, choked off by a mud noose.

A friend of mine was working with an international NGO in a refugee camp in Bangladesh in 2017 when she noticed something odd: there were children older than five and younger than two, but very few two- to five-year-olds. It was, she discovered, because when the Rohingya fled from the army and the militias, children of that generation couldn’t run as fast as the older ones and were too heavy to be held by their parents. They fell behind, and the soldiers advanced on them with machetes.

The Rohingya legacy is not one of tragedy, but of triumph over silence, fear, and injustice.

Rohingya Photographers, don't trade dignity for attention. Be the storytellers who inspire change, not cheap sympathy.

When a country disowns its own people, it doesn't render them stateless—it reveals its own shamelessness.

You are the people who killed our people in Pahalgam. You are all terrorists”. They mocked them, “Even if we throw you into the ocean, there will be no one to speak out for you, because you are people with no nation”.

Why do you want to save me? I am already dead. Those who I love in the world are all lost to me. There seems little chance that they will return alive. Then why should I live? Tell the world my name.