Myanmar StoryThe Myanmar Story
"They burnt my daugher alive."
And I was a peasant in a small town outside Maungdaw. There was no dispute near our town, but the army and the buddhistic civilists still burnt down my family. Same thing with every town in the area. So my only option was to go to Bangladesh.
It' s been a long way to Bangladesh, I have eight kids and we found it very hard. Everybody was afraid because we never abandoned Maungdaw, so we didn't know what to look forward to in Bangladesh. With our boats we traversed the city to Bangladesh. We payed the landlord 20,000 Myanmar Kyat ($15) so that our familiy could traverse it alone - if it was overburdened, it would have sank.
I made enough cash on this assignment to help my families and my people. Mr President, I was very frightened when the dispute began because the army detained and murdered many men from my town last year. As the army came into my town, I ran to a near mountain. I saw the Rakhine army and members of the Rakhine Fellowship taking my woman out of the home and raping her.
Then, 20 persons, mostly wives, were put into a home and burnt to death. So I was heartbroken, so other folks from my town had to take me to Bangladesh. Afterwards, one afternoons, the army came to our town in three lorries. Took four bloody day to get to Bangladesh. It was a very fortunate experience because the two ships in front of us were killed and sank by the Myanmar Forces.
So we hid our ship behind some of those little saplings and crossed it as soon as the army was gone. I was hoping they would leave college and get hitched. A fortnight ago, the army came to our town and began to burn down our homes. And the whole town ran into the woods and hid.
After the gunshots ended, my man and our neighbours came back to our home to pick up some things. The army was waitin', and they killed him. So when my neighbours came back and said he was gone, all I could think about was how to rescue my kids and the remainder of my ancestors.
It was very unfortunate for me to have left Myanmar. All I could take was my kids and the dresses on my back. Since I have no cookware, I could not support my kids. I was living in a big building by a pond where my man went to the fish.
I' ve got two kids and another one on the way. There was a bombing near our town. So we knew that the army would come to the town to find the guilty, so the men went to the sea to go out. At the onset of the crises, the army was returning to the town.
You burnt down my home and killed both my cattle. Since my man was gone, my only chance to get to Bangladesh Selling my jewellery and paying someone to take my wife and daughter across the line. I walked for five whole nights; my legs were so puffy. Nobody has ever help me to construct accommodation for my whole household, even though I am with child.
My home in Myanmar I didn't live my whole lives, I wasn't lucky. I tried to persuade my congregation to remain when the crises began. Then I saw the army killing 20 men right in front of me. We went back to the town after the assault to look for remnants.
For a few day we hid in the woods because we didn't know how to get to Bangladesh. Eventually we found a way out, but it was a very hard way, because all the official roads were manned. I' m not going back to Myanmar, my home and my country are not important to me.
All that matters is my own existence, and I wouldn't have one in Myanmar. We were very fortunate in Myanmar before the financial meltdown, we had a home with six people. And then the army began to burn down our homes and shoot their weapons at us, so we had to go out of our town with nothing but our attire.
As we fled to Bangladesh, we came across the army and they began shooting at us again. Traveling to Bangladesh was very hard. In Bangladesh I am feeling secure, but I want to go back to my own land as soon as there is and we can make it free. It was sometimes hard because the Buddha schoolchildren threw rocks at us on the way to work.
Slept one of the nights when the army came to our town and began to fire their weapons. We had a private come into our home and took our jewels and our moneys. So they began to hit a cane with him and then apprehended him. So I went to the cops with my sisters to ask them to let him go, but they also began to beat her.
They burnt down our home and took our funds, so we had to move to Bangladesh. but my mom made me do it. We' ve been out for four nights and haven't eaten anything. I' m really scared for her because if the army does anything to her, we can't help her.
lived in Tha Win Chaung, near a buddhistic town. This was very hard because it was not permitted to go outside the town or import goods from other parts of the state. Initially, the crises did not hit our town, but a few day after the August 25th bombings, the army came and began to shoot and burn our homes.
All of us assembled in a secure place, but it was very mudsy, so my uncles went back to the town to gather some mat. Soon after he departed, we overheard shots and never saw him again. It was unbearable, so I went to Bangladesh with my people.
With my husbands and four kids, I lived in Chin Kali. Couple of desperate warriors came to our town a few days ago and began firing on us. He ran near me, but the army got him and pricked him with a stab. I saw it, right next to me.
but when the army was leaving the town, we came back and found their corpses on the floor. It was desperate - in such a brief period of my life I was losing all the men in my extended household - I could not think clearly.
Both my girls had remained locked so that they could get away from the war. Sleeping in the woods for four nights, we spend two nights hiking through the hills to Bangladesh - I wept all the way. I' m a little luckier in Bangladesh now because I can't really feel the noise of gunshots.
It' much more secure, but I wish we had the same options, funds and amenities as in Myanmar. There''s no school for my kids or job where I can make a living. My happiness in Myanmar, I had six kids and my whole life I had no problems or problems.
And then the army came and began to set fire to our homes. It was too feeble to escape from the home. As we went back to the home, all I could see were the dark remnants of her head. Traveling to Bangladesh was tough, especially with three small kids. At 25 August began to fight in my community to fight with the Arakan Rohingya Salvation Army (ARSA) and the militar.
and one of her slugs pounded me in the brain. The neighbours must have taken me to the hospital where they gave me medication, then my parents went to Bangladesh. So they gave me a cane.
l miss my town so much. In Bangladesh I don't really like it because my whole familiy has to be living under a film and there's not enough room for all of us.