Ziaur Rahman, Rohingya

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Many people told me I am inspiration to others and that I am brave...I AM NOT...I am just trying to show how the rohingya get through. They are the people who are inspiring, strong, courageous and brave.

Those people who are jealous and non rohingya/refugees make me brave. They have taught me, trained me, gave me insight in my work and give me lessons everyday!

You all are my inspiration! 🙏

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