When I was studying in the refugee camp in Bangladesh

When I was studying in the refugee camp in Bangladesh, these were my classmates and friends. They were always kind, loving and sincere with me. 

Most important person, though, was the teacher who taught me everything, patiently correcting my mistakes and praising my handwriting. I still hang on to the sweet memories of Abdu Rahman, Amdad Ullah, Zahid Hossain (Sarfaraz Yosoff), Abul Manjur, Shomsul and Rafiqul and how every night we gathered at the block centre. We always wondered about our future and where we will end up.


My best friend Abdu Rahman was always an incredible and honest guy, whom I've known since early childhood. In fact, no day would pass that we wouldn't see or speak to each other. Every afternoon, after completing our studies, we visited the east side of the camp to play football and dive into the lake there.


The student life was a golden time, full of joy from being around the classmates.


I miss all of you! God bless!

Popular posts from this blog

Gratitude – and advice – to Malaysia from a Rohingya refugee

My interview with Spanish brother Jose Ernesto, the blog The Compass of the Birds!

“Survivor: My life as a Rohingya refugee”