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Rohingya crisis one year on: “We are not stateless, we are from Myanmar”
One year after over 700,000 Rohingya refugees fled Myanmar, many remain trapped in a cycle of suffering
On 25 August 2017, the Myanmar military launched “clearance operations” against the Rohingya minority living in the country’s Rakhine state. The widespread violence forced more than 700,000 people to flee into neighbouring Bangladesh. One year on, the denial of their legal status, coupled with hazardous living conditions in chaotic refugee camps, continues to trap many Rohingya refugees in a cycle of suffering.
Abu Ahmad is a 52-year-old father of eight. He fled Myanmar with his 11-year-old daughter, Rukia, who became paralysed shortly before the violence erupted. Abu shares his family's story...
Before the conflict, we had cows, goats, land, all those things. Our business and livelihoods we earnt ourselves. But we faced lots of threats and torture from the government in Myanmar.
If someone wanted to get a higher education, that person would have to flee the country because if the government found out, they would arrest them.
"One night I called all my children together to discuss what to do. My eldest son told me that when the fighting starts, we would not be able to run with Rukia."
Our movements were very restricted; we were not allowed beyond the checkpoints. We could only move within our area. Other people, like monks and different [ethnic] communities, were free to move around everywhere.
The outbreak of violence
Then the conflict began. Fighting, stabbings and the burning of houses.
Not long before that, my daughter Rukia had somehow became paralysed. She complained of pain and then stopped being able to feel anything below the waist.
One night I called all my children together to discuss what to do. We did not see much hope; we could be arrested or killed no matter what we did. My eldest son told me that when the fighting starts, we would not be able to run with Rukia.
“There will be no chance to save her life”, he said.
“You and mother should take her to Bangladesh now, ahead of us. We can join you later.”
So, I told my other children to get ready, and my wife and I left for Bangladesh with Rukia.
We were unable to openly leave our village because everywhere we looked we saw government people with weapons. So, we trekked miles through the mountains, hiring men to carry Rukia.
We finally arrived at the shoreline opposite Bangladesh late at night. By the time a boat eventually came into view, there were around 20 to 30 other people at the shore with us. The captain took all of us safely across to Bangladesh.
When we arrived, the Bangladeshi border police were waiting. They helped us a lot; welcoming us and giving us food, water and biscuits. In the morning they hired a bus and brought us to Kutupalong camp.
I was anxious after we got off the bus. We had never been to Bangladesh before. I didn’t know where to take my sick daughter and I was asking everyone I saw.
People told us about the MSF medical facility in Kutupalong. The medics there took Rukia from my arms and admitted her as a patient.
She spent almost seven and a half months at the hospital. She had X-rays, blood transfusions and was seen by the doctors several times a day. We were given regular meals.
When I left Rakhine with my wife and Rukia, things hadn’t yet become so bad. It became much worse than we thought was possible.
After arriving in Kutupalong, I had no news from my seven children that were left behind. Other people told us that our house had been set on fire and that our children had fled. We didn’t have a phone or any other way to contact our children; we were so worried.
"Sometimes Rukia asks me to take her abroad, so she can get treatment and study. When she says such things, I become more upset. I become more worried and feel so stressed."
After some time, we heard from people that they had arrived in Bangladesh and were looking for us. They made it to Kutupalong and were able to find us at the MSF facility by asking people about Rukia.
When I was finally reunited with my children after two months, I began to feel calm again. I was so happy to have my children back, I felt like I had my world back.
Life in Bangladesh
The Bangladeshi government gave us wood, bamboo and plastic sheeting to make a house here. We get rations of oil, rice and dhal [lentils].
We sell some of the oil and dhal they give us. After that, we buy some fish, vegetables and chillies. The reason why we sell some of our dhal and oil is so we can earn between 100-200 Taka (1-2 Euros).
With that 100 or 200 Taka, we have to survive for one month. But, even if we don't have money, we still have to survive. Sometimes we can eat such food, sometimes we cannot.
We don't have any income. If we could work, life would be easier. However, we aren't given the chance to do so. I have no opportunity to work and I've lost my strength. I cannot work outside and earn money to feed my children.
Caring for Rukia
It’s very hard with Rukia in the camp. Because she is disabled, we have to take her out of the camp to the hospital and bring her back every few days.
"We are not stateless, we are still from Myanmar. Our ancestors are from there; our great grandfathers were born there. The country in which we cut our umbilical cord is Myanmar."
The path from the house to the road is very difficult. The camp has so many ups and downs, and I have to carry her in my arms. I have to get the wheelchair MSF gave us onto the road, then I have to come back and carry her to it. Then I have to push her in the wheelchair to the hospital.
I couldn’t find any space in the camp that’s flat enough to build the house on. If I had money, then I could take her to hospital by bus and I could avoid this pain.
The hospital has done so many tests and treatments, but we still don’t know why Rukia became paralysed. I am always asking God to help her walk.
Sometimes Rukia asks me to take her abroad, so she can get treatment and study. When she says such things, I become more upset. I become more worried and feel so stressed.
I've lost my strength, my ability to work. I always have so many worries; worries about the future. I think about food, clothes, peace and our suffering. If I have to stay in this place for 10 years, five years, four years or even for one month, I will have to suffer this pain.
If Rukia could move around, she would be happier. She asks me to move her around in the wheelchair, but because the camp is so hilly, I cannot do so. It is too hard for me to take the wheelchair through the hilly camp. I am in too much pain because I have to carry Rukia around.
We are still from Myanmar, we will return
We are not stateless, we are still from Myanmar. Our ancestors are from there; our great grandfathers were born there. The country in which we cut our umbilical cord is Myanmar.
We will return if the country becomes peaceful, but we will return with conditions. We will return if we get our freedom back; if they return our house, our land, our cattle and our goats.
People from one country cannot stay in another country. God brought us here and if God wishes, he can take us back to our house and our country. We are ready to go back to our country, but how can we go back while there is still conflict there?