I want some food. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday evening. The Myanmar military killed my only son Hossain, who was the only earning person in our family.
They burned our homes and seized our cows - and everything we had. I fled for my life, along with fellow villagers. I came to Bangladesh at night, after eight days of walking. I only had some rice and lentils. But that’s now gone and we’re surviving by begging by the roadside.
I’m still looking for somewhere we can stay. I have been moving from place-to-place. I heard there is a small hill. I can stay up there. But I have no money. I have nothing with me. I need everything - household materials, and plastic sheeting for making a makeshift shelter.
Our lives in Myanmar were decent. We had land for agriculture, cattle, a vegetable garden, and chickens. We were self-sufficient. Now we have nothing - only God. - Sohura Khatun