Nine years growing up in a tent robbed me of my freedom and childhood. But my generation is determined to fight for a better future – one that we must be involved in shaping
Nine years ago, I was forced to flee my home in Maungdaw township, Rakhine state, Myanmar. I was 13 years old. I remember how quickly an average day turned into a day when life felt extinguished, leaving behind the place where I grew up with my family.
Even now, when I go to sleep, what comes into my mind is the memory of that journey, the fear of not knowing what awaited me. It took three days to reach refuge. Continue reading…
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