Shomshida’s Journey Through Pain, Survival, and Resilience
By Ro Maung Shwe
In the shadows of the world’s largest refugee camp lives a woman whose quiet strength speaks louder than any speech. Her name is Shomshida, a 39-year-old Rohingya widow whose life has been shaped by war, exile, and loss—but also by an unwavering resilience.
Originally from Nakkaingdaung village in the Taung Bazar area of Buthidaung Township, Rakhine State, Myanmar, Shomshida was the youngest daughter of Nazir Ahamed and Mahmuda Begum. Her father was a farmer who grew everything the family needed—rice, vegetables, and lentils. “We hardly had to buy anything except soap and clothes,” she recalls with a faint smile.
Though she longed for education, her schooling was cut short at Grade 5, due to the prevailing cultural restrictions on girls in her community. “I always wanted to learn more,” she says, “but it wasn’t allowed.”
A Marriage Rooted in Love and Simplicity
Following local customs, her father arranged her marriage to Ayoub Ali, a kind-hearted man from a neighboring village. Ayoub worked as a trader, buying and selling small goods across townships. “He wasn’t wealthy, but he worked hard and cared deeply for our family,” she remembers.
In 2014, their peaceful life was shattered. One day, while returning home, Ayoub had to pass through a Rakhine NaTaLa village—settlements known for their hostility toward Rohingya. There, a group of Rakhine youths forced him to consume alcohol and drugs, robbed him of his money, and stabbed him. Though he survived the assault, the trauma left him mentally and physically scarred. “After that, he was never the same,” Shomshida says.
As Ayoub struggled, the family’s finances collapsed. He worked irregularly as a day laborer while Shomshida held the home together. They had four children—two daughters and two sons. Their eldest daughter is now 14.
Widowhood at the Heart of Conflict
In 2016, as violence against Rohingya escalated, Ayoub joined a local self-defense group. “He told me it was about dignity,” Shomshida shares. For nearly a year, he trained quietly, determined to protect his people.
In 2017, during an armed clash with the Myanmar military, Ayoub was killed. “He became a shahid,” she says, her voice a mixture of pride and sorrow. “He died with honor—but left us with nothing.”
After his death, the military began frequent raids on her home, accusing her of harboring militants. “They came often, shouting, threatening, searching,” she says.
That same year, the Myanmar military launched its notorious “clearance operations” against the Rohingya—a brutal campaign of murder, rape, and arson that would displace nearly a million people. Shomshida and her children had no choice but to flee.
“It wasn’t a decision. It was survival.”
The Escape and the Silence
They walked for days through forests and hills, dodging military patrols and crossing hostile NaTaLa villages. “While passing through one village,” she pauses, “I was tortured by a group of Rakhine youths. It’s difficult to speak about what they did.” Her voice falters.
Eventually, they reached the Naf River and crossed into Bangladesh, traumatized, exhausted, but alive.
Life in Exile: Holding a Family Together
The family was settled in Kutupalong Camp-5, part of the world’s largest refugee settlement. “The people of Bangladesh welcomed us with kindness,” Shomshida says. “They gave us food, shelter, and safety when we had nothing.”
Today, she lives in a small bamboo shelter with her four children. Her eldest daughter is enrolled in Grade 6 at a community school. But even that is at risk.
“The community pressures me to stop her education. They say girls should not study too long,” she admits. “But when I see her reading, I remember my own dreams. I don’t want her to live with regrets like I do.”
Her son is memorizing the Qur’an at a local madrasa. They rarely eat three meals a day, but she ensures they are fed spiritually and emotionally. “We are not rich,” she says, “but I try to raise them with respect and faith.”
Still Waiting for Justice, Still Holding On
Despite being a widow and the mother of four, Shomshida’s name has never appeared on any resettlement list. “I have heard about countries that take widows and orphans, but no one ever contacted me,” she says. “Still, I believe Allah has a plan. I don’t want to go anywhere except back to Arakan—to my home, to my husband’s grave, to where I belong.”
Some relatives encouraged her to remarry, but she refused.
“My children are enough. I want to raise them with dignity. I want them to remember their father—not to see him replaced.”
A Voice That Finally Matters
Toward the end of her story, Shomshida becomes still. Her eyes mist as she looks at the dirt floor of her shelter.
“Since arriving here in 2017, no one ever asked about my life,” she says quietly. “Today, by telling my story, I feel seen—not because the pain is gone, but because my voice finally matters.”
Shomshida’s life is not defined by tragedy alone. It is defined by resistance—the kind that doesn’t scream, but endures. In her strength, we see the story of thousands of Rohingya widows and mothers, whose struggles are hidden beneath layers of policy papers, statistics, and diplomatic statements.
Her story reminds us: it is not enough to acknowledge their pain, we must act to restore their rights.
Because in every refugee shelter like Shomshida’s, there lives a survivor. And in every survivor, a leader waiting to be heard.
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