Unending Tragedy: A True Story of A Rohingya Woman

I'm a 28-year-old victim of persecution named Romida. I used to live in Koir Khali, which is a township in the Arkhan state of Maungdaw. By the way, I'm going to tell you the heartbreaking tale of my recent days in Burma. It is agonizing and unmanageable when I think back to the past and how I had to cope with numerous challenges on my own and even struggle to meet basic needs while living in a refugee camp.

I had no older brothers and was born into a very impoverished family, yet I was content with my parents. As long as my impoverished parents could make ends meet, I was able to pursue my education in Burma. 

The monthly tuition payments for my education were undoubtedly challenging for my parents. When I was an adult, I lost my dear mother and was no longer able to attend school in Burma. 

In addition to that, I married a middle-class man, and my father also started to become more highly vulnerable. My father was finally content with me. After a year of marriage, I gave birth to a boy. My spouse abruptly passed away when my son began toddling. Once more, I was deeply hurt by the irreplaceable loss of my husband.

In a few months, I was forced to flee my nation because of the brutal violence and the murderous campaign in Myanmar. I built a hut with bamboo and plastic tarps after arriving in Bangladesh in the biggest camp for refugees. Along with my elderly father, I have been going through tremendous suffering and dealing with various challenges. Being a destitute widow, I lack both the resources and the credentials to provide for my family.

The road I've been on in my life has been unending and excruciating.