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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