Verses from the Rohingya Camp
Mohammed Taher, a young Rohingya poet and teacher from the refugee camp in Ukhia, Cox's Bazar, uses education and writing as tools for change. A part-time Science and English teacher since the age of fifteen, he is now pursuing higher education through a Brac University–OSUN programme. His poetry, drawn from the struggles and hopes of his community, reflects a deep commitment to justice and storytelling. Actively involved in youth literary activities, Mohammed dreams of becoming an inspiring teacher—one who not only educates but also uplifts others through knowledge, empathy, and peaceful advocacy.
A Voice Unheard
I am a Rohingya youth,
Living in a camp that never means to be home.
Days pass slow and unchanging,
Each one is blending into the next.
It is difficult here.
The air is heavy while waiting,
The roads are lined with uncertainty.
Sometimes, it feels like the world has forgotten us.
I am a human too.
I feel, I dream, I hope,
Yet my rights remain distant.
Like the sky, I can see but never touch.
Frustration grows within me,
Not just from hardship, from silence.
Why must I fight? For what others are given?
Why is my voice unheard?
Still, I hold on.
Not the reason for it is easy, I must.
One day, I will step beyond these borders,
No longer a Refugee but as a free person.
Where is Humanity?
Gaza is burning. My people are crying.
In Arakan too,
We are slowly dying.
The world is watching, and they are dying.
Where is the word "Humanity first"?
We are Muslims, treated like dust.
No food. No peace.
No one to trust, children scream, mothers pray.
Fathers bleed day by day.
Gaza and Arakan far but the same,
Different places but the same pain.
We did nothing, still we ran.
No homes, no rights, nowhere to belong.
I ask the world, with a broken heart,
Will you only care,
After we are torn apart?
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