I am Mohammed Imran
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I am Rohingya ethnically. I have been living in exile in Bangladesh under UN refugees agency more than two decades since I was 3 years old. I am now 25 years old. My parents fled from Myanmar in 1992 to save their lives from persecution by the Myanmar Government. I would like to say a few words about my life as a refugee for the world to see.
I was born in Myanmar (formerly called Burma) which is my country. Like other Rohingya who have lived there for many generations, I have every right to live there with happiness and freedom as well as peacefully. So I want to enjoy all facilities covered under the human rights provisions which are being practiced legally in all other countries in the world. We have been waiting for the exercise of our basic human rights in a refugee camp called Kutupalong in Cox’s Bazaar for last two decades.
If we continue staying for more 100 years in this way, how will our future hopes and dreams be fulfilled? Unfortunately, we have been living with suffering from added miseries. We are also human beings, we also have births, deaths, hunger, sleep, love and hope for dignified life. Why are we being tortured, victims of abuse, forced against our will at all stages? I have never got the taste of motherland in my life – I was too young to remember it. We have been killed and our houses are being burnt by Buddhist fundamentalists in Myanmar. I have spent most of my life in Bangladesh without any future as a refugee.
The UNHCR does not interview us for resettlement – the Bangladesh government won’t let them. All the UN can do is provide food and some medical supplies for us, to continue our existence but have no life. The UN should do more than just provide food and medical supplies – where are our human rights? We are not allowed to travel freely, we cannot leave Kutupalong unless we get permission and permission is only granted for medical reasons. So our lives are the same every day. No purpose. We are not allowed to work. We are not allowed to learn in schools past year 5. You can’t even imagine how much miserable lives we have been surviving unless you are a refugee. I don’t want captive life as a refugee anymore. I am despaired of thinking about my life and future generation. I wish I could enjoy the freedom of my life as other people are enjoying in the world. I am a human being. As a human being, I demand my rights from the world. We are being eliminated by the Myanmar Government with the lame excuse that we are Bengali even though our ancestors have been living in the Arakan province of Myanmar for hundreds of years. I have been deprived from Human Rights. They don’t let us study. We are living in an open prison where we have no right of movement and freedom of expression.
I have a few questions to ask the world.
“Why we are being killed and compelled to leave my motherland?”
“Don’t we have right to live with freedom as a human being?”
“Where is our right of education?”
“Don’t we have right to dream?”
“Why is the world mute when we are being persecuted?”
“Why is all of this discrimination happening to us?”
“Why?”
“WHY?”
Our request to international community is to highlight our issue to convince governments of the world to find a durable solution. I want to LIVE. I want freedom. I want to be free from captive life. I want to fly like birds in the open sky with my freedom. My life is mine so you have no right to kill me for being from a different faith. Oh world give me freedom, give my life back. I feel like killing myself when I can see a certain gloomy and hopeless future. My sincere request is for the world to come forward to rescue my life and save me from this captive life.