August 31th, 2017
Muslims of
Arakan, Rohingyas, give their children earth to suppress their hunger and they
could only eat plants.
A year old
baby, looks everywhere for his mother crying ‘mommy, mommy…’
An old
mother looked for his son kidnapped by secret hands 78 days ago, asked the
officials and had no respond; even a voice to help her.
Mothers went
10-20-25 hours away with their children changing 3-5 vehicles to see their
husbands only for half an hour.
I received
messages, more like cries, saying ‘’Sister, I was eight-month pregnant, my
husband is reported by his own uncle…’’
Everyone
waited for the Eid, for the happiness, for the sharing. But there are young
people say ‘’I wish the Eid wasn’t coming; it’s the hardest to have Eid without
family.’’
And more,
and more…
I can’t say ‘Eid
Mubarak’ to anyone… Eid means festival, Eid means happiness, Eid means family
all together.
Words cannot
translate your pain. Our sentences expired already…
But know
this!
The Eid didn’t
visit you, didn’t visit us too.
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