Run, Rohingya, Run
Run, Rohingya, Run By Ziaur Rahman (`surviving´ in Malaysia) It’s not easy being Rohingya. Our very name means being on the run, all over the world. Running in pain. I have been a refugee all my life almost 25 years, three countries. It’s not easy being stateless. Governments offer their blind eye, call it `non-intervention´. Governments and ordinary people choose silence, won´t say our name. So we remain on the run all over the world in pain. Thousands of Rohingya lose strength, can no longer fight this cruelty, being exiles the world over. Hopes, like bodies, die. How long must we live this life, which is like being eaten alive by insects? How long will you see us as `different´ leaving us to be on the run around a blind world, in pain. Being Rohingya is not easy. Can our existence not be acknowledged? Is there no country to call home? Must we forever suffer torture, discrimination, harassment? Be pushed t