I am Rohingya. I came into the existence from forefathers of different origins over hundreds of years ago in a land called Arakan where I lived side by side with other communities and ruled Arakan together with respect and harmony.
I am Rohingya. I felt ennobled when my fellow Arakanese Kings kept Muslim titles from Solaiman Shah (1430-34 AD) to Salim Shah II (1622-37) in respects to my friendship and learnt Islamic teachings in honours to my religion.
I am Rohingya. I was represented in Burma’s Parliaments in different periods by my proud children like of Sultan Ahmed, Abdul Gaffar, Sultan Mahmud, Abul Hussain, Dr. abdul Rahim, Shwe Maung and many more.
I am Rohingya. I was suppressed in 1949 by Kyaw Oo, a Burma Territorial Force (BTF) commissioner along with Rakhine extremists killing and burning thousands of my children and forcing over 50,000 to leave my ancestor home.
I am Rohingya. I suffered again with the great Exodus of 1978 led by the dictator, Ne Win causing more than 300,000 of my children took shelters in Bangladesh. Under the dictator, I was massacred and made exodus numerous times with various grass-root operations.
I am Rohingya. I was forced to be the victim of the new discriminatory Citizenship Law of 1982 which made me stateless and denied my birth and fundamental rights.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to listen calling me Bengali Kala (a derogatory racial slur), calling me Immigrants despite the evidences of my existence over hundreds of years.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to evict from my home, confiscate my land and relocate my village to make ways for Rakhine and Burman families to newly set up “Model Villages” in my villages.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to pay arbitrary taxes. I am tax-capped for everything I have from roof tax, housing tax, repair tax, security tax, domestic livestock tax, tree tax to travel permit tax.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to live like a bird in a cage and separated me from my children. I am not allowed to travel from one town to another without permit and payment.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced not to seek proper education. I have been provided with the lowest standards, least number of schools and facilities. I have been very restricted to pursue professional courses such as Medicine, Engineering, Law, Computer Sciences and many more.
I am Rohingya. Now I am frequently forced to do labour without payment and food which leads my family starved.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to accept the restrictions on marriage. The age of my marriage is fixed, the consents are needed from several authorities, the processing time is lengthened, the bribe still remains, I am needed with my bride to present in front of authorities before marriage and I am not allowed to follow my own culture and religion.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to sit in a physiological and psychological barrier between God (Allah). My freedom of religious is taken away.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to see my sons and daughters being tortured, murdered, treated inhumanely and sentenced long-terms without offences and rules of law.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to see my daughters being harassed and raped by authorities in front of my eyes.
I am Rohingya. Now I am suffering again from the great genocide against my children when my country takes the steps of Democratic transition.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to see more than 140,000 of my children live in the concentration camps without proper food, water, shelter, healthcare, education and security.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to see the rest of my children live in ghetto like conditions across of the land of my birthplace where Rakhine extremists and government authorities roam committing crimes against my children.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to see my children being smuggled and trafficked to numerous countries. They are being forced to die with starvation and ailment in unknown jungles when unable to pay ransoms by their families, and being drown in vast unknown water when rejected by my fellow human beings.
I am Rohingya. Now I am forced to surrender the last pieces of document that I have had and the last slice of voting right that I have enjoyed.
Despite the sufferings, my heart still remains fresh and pure, my peaceful nature still remains intact, my patience still remains virtuous, and my hope of returning and living peacefully still remains firm.
I am Rohingya. Now I officially become “the Most Persecuted Person in the world.”
I am Rohingya. Now I am threatened of my very own existence on the land I was once born.
I am Rohingya. Now the genocidal acts against me and my children are proven over and over again.
I am Rohingya. Now I become a part of business deal that no major power wants to sign and bargain, but happily ready to sign and shake hands with the very government whose hands have the blood of my children for the resources my land provides.
I am Rohingya. Now I remain just a traditional media coverage.
I am Rohingya. Now I remain worried of the slow-burning Genocide against my children.
I am Rohingya. Now I remain counting the time of total annihilation of my children.
I am Rohingya. Now I remain praying and wishing that the world has no place for Negligence.
Neglecting a crime is itself a crime.