I wonder how many shattered dreams and broken smiles are hiding behind those young and innocent souls. War, death, violence and reality happened too soon for the children and they do not deserve to live like this.
I am very glad to have got involved in this project of educating the children. I pray for them everyday.
I am a teacher at the ABC Learning centre, in Kulai, Johor. I started to teach in this school by chance last January. I never had a chance in life to get close to a refugee, …
"Now I remember again our house burned and destroyed, And the corpse laid on the ground, And planes flying over our houses, And they bombed civilians and innocent people...Our pains our too many, our wounds are too deep."
Ronida, a Syrian refugee, wrote poems to share with Khaled Hosseini, a fellow writer.
I can’t compare Malaysia to home. There is a saying that is “There is no place like home”, the things that I used to do, the language that I used to speak, the families, my neighbourhood, I can’t find them here. The friends I had in Somalia, I consider them my family, and I grew up with some of them. You can’t replace such things with another but […]
The experiences interacting with them have definitely made me think of ‘what if I’m in their shoes?’ I don’t know if I’m able to survive much less carry on each day in a country that isn’t my own, but that country that is my own has instilled the fear in me that I would not want to return.
My own country is where kids wait and are excited for the morning to carry their bags, and go to schools, and where they found armed mens on the gate of the schools to stop them and where they see on their eyes when their schools are destroyed and blown up by Taliban’s.
I was forced into labour and mistreated by the Burmese soldiers but I thought of a solution: I might die here if they continue treating me like this so I should run away. I was not afraid to die, everyone dies. But at that time, I felt like I was not ready to die. I need to take care after my parents and wife.
I have never worked or even known a refugee but ever since I started working with Myanmar Rohingya Muslims in a UNHCR school for refugee in Kulai, Johor, I realised that it is a huge challenge. We have children 16 years of age who can’t read or write but have the zeal to study. But this is a […]
I faced a lot of persecution and discrimination in my homeland, when I was in school and in my workplace. I was forced to leave for Bangladesh and then, to Malaysia. From all my experience, I realised we all are human beings. But I feel like I am not a human being, I don’t have value. I have no dignity or worth.
I feel like sometimes I don’t belong because when I go for job interviews, they say “No, we only want locals.” I feel like sometimes as a refugee, I have no rights. Sometimes, the police stop will stop us randomly and look at our nail clipper and say “What are you doing with that?”
I ran away in February 2010. I knew that if I didn’t run, I would be killed. After I ran, the soldiers harassed my family and asked them for my whereabouts. My family also ran away soon after that. I am not angry, but I am just so sad. We deserve human rights.
We just had to leave. In the morning, we were alive but there was no certainty in the evening. I feel heartbroken because they destroyed our masjid, our young children, our houses, our properties. It was very painful, very painful. I didn’t want to stay there anymore.
I had met Bosnian refugees in Malaysia years ago when I was working at a university in the 1990s, and they were very much welcomed by the Malaysian Government and given assistance. Years later, I met a boy who told me he was from Myanmar, begging for money at a café where I was eating.
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