On Rohingya Remembrance Day, we pause to honor the lives lost, the communities destroyed, and the relentless spirit of those who survived one of the darkest chapters in modern history. Today, we share the story of a Rohingya survivor from the village of Baggona Para in Maungdaw, Arakan—a story that embodies the pain, the loss, and the enduring hope that persists within the Rohingya community.
A Peaceful Life in Arakan
Baggona Para was a small village nestled in the quiet, green landscape of Maungdaw. Life there was simple, yet it was full of the small joys that come from living close to the land and each other. The villagers, including this survivor, were farmers and small business owners. They worked hard, shared meals with their families, and lived in peace.
“Life was simple and peaceful in our village,” the survivor recalls. “We worked in farming and small businesses, living together with our families. Our life was humble, but we were content.”
The Night Everything Changed
This peaceful existence was shattered in an instant. One night, without warning, Rakhine extremists—known to the locals as the Mogh—descended upon the village with a fury that no one could have imagined. They came with weapons, torches, and a hatred that burned hotter than the flames they used to destroy homes.
“The attacks began suddenly, without warning,” the survivor remembers, their voice heavy with the weight of that night. “One night, the Mogh came with weapons. They burned our houses, killed people, and attacked women. It was a nightmare. We tried to protect our families, but it was chaos.”
In the midst of this chaos, the survivor watched helplessly as some of their cousins were brutally attacked and killed. “I lost some of my cousins. I saw them being attacked, and I couldn’t do anything to save them. The pain is still fresh in my heart.”
The Decision to Flee
With their village in ruins and their loved ones gone, the survivor and their remaining family knew they could not stay. The only option was to flee—toward an uncertain future in Bangladesh, where at least the promise of safety beckoned.
“After the attacks, we had no home, no security. We heard that many people were going to Bangladesh, and we had no choice but to leave. Staying meant death.”
The journey to Bangladesh was a desperate one, filled with fear and uncertainty. The survivor heard from others who had already fled that the border offered a chance at safety. “We heard from others who had already fled. People said there was safety across the border. We decided to follow their path.”
A Perilous Journey
There was no plan, no time to prepare. The survivor and their family gathered whatever they could carry and set out, traveling mostly by night to avoid being seen by the military. The journey was long and arduous, culminating in a terrifying sea crossing in overcrowded boats.
“We crossed in small, overcrowded boats. It was terrifying. The sea was rough, and we feared drowning. But we had no choice; it was our only hope.”
Arrival in Bangladesh
When they finally arrived in Bangladesh, what awaited them was a scene of desperation. Thousands of others had made the same perilous journey, and the camp was overflowing with people—each one with their own story of horror and loss.
“When we arrived, the situation was desperate. Thousands of people were there, all in need of food, water, and shelter. We were exhausted and traumatized.”
Finding a place to settle in the camp was yet another challenge. Aid workers directed them to a small patch of land where they built a makeshift shelter from whatever materials they could find. “We were directed to a part of the camp by aid workers. It was just an empty space, and we built a shelter from whatever materials we could find.”
Life in the Camp
Life in the refugee camp was far from easy. Overcrowding, poor sanitation, and disease were rampant. Every day was a struggle for survival, relying on aid organizations for the most basic needs. “The camp was overcrowded, with very little sanitation. Disease was common, and people were hungry. It was a struggle just to survive.”
Over time, conditions in the camp improved slightly, with schools for the children and medical clinics providing some semblance of normalcy. But life in the camp is still far from what anyone would consider normal. “Now, the situation is somewhat better, but still hard. There are schools for the children and medical clinics, but life is far from normal. We live in uncertainty every day.”
Enduring Hope and the Dream of Return
Despite the hardships, the survivor and many others like them hold onto the hope that one day they will return to their homeland in Arakan. “Yes, we all dream of returning to Arakan. But it must be safe for us, with dignity and our rights respected.”
They know that this dream will not be easy to achieve. It will require the support of the international community and the cooperation of the Bangladesh government to ensure that their return is safe and dignified. “We hope the international community and Bangladesh government will help us. We want peace and security guaranteed before we go back.”
On this Rohingya Remembrance Day, we remember the lives lost and the immense suffering endured by the Rohingya people. But we also celebrate their resilience and their unbroken spirit. The story of this survivor is a testament to the strength and hope that remains alive in the hearts of the Rohingya people. As we remember the past, we must also look to the future, working together to ensure that the dream of returning home can one day become a reality.
