Rohingya
I am travelling to Cox’s Bazaar.
Since the Burmese Army forced out a large number of Rohingya people out of their land and those people become refugees and settled temporarily at Cox’s Bazaar, I am seeing some extra activities here in Cox’s Bazaar. Specially several NGO and international humanitarian organisations are running their activities in those refugees camps. Several foreigners and their SUV are stationed at various hotels as they are using the hotels of the Cox’s Bazaar as their base.
Since I am here, I am seeing some of the officials of NGOs and locals discussing issues related to Rohingyas. And then I realised again that the stories are very real and sad. And I also feel that those unfortunate peoples are very near to the hotel I am staying, I can go and meet them right now if I want. I can see their bad luck, their sufferings if just I want.
Back in Dhaka, these things do not bother me too much. I know that these peoples are sufferings and I should do something about them. But somehow I do not feel them, I do not feel the urge to do something about their sufferings. Because it is too far way and I have other things to do. But here is Cox’s Bazaar, those refugees are just at a stone-throwing distance away. When I see other people working to improve their situation and for their betterment, I just realize that their sufferings are real and I am doing enough for them.