I can’t forget those who lost their dear ones
I can’t forget the tears of our mothers and sisters
I can’t forget the blood of our martyrs
I can’t forget the misery our own people who have been suffering for so long…
my heart is aching and my gaze is broken
i am not able to sleep becausein my heart are the wounds of the captives and it makes me restless as if i am the captive
~ A Kashmiri….
When you enjoy loving your neighbor it ceases to be a virtue…
Described by the UN as one of the world’s most persecuted minorities, hundreds of Rohingya Muslims have been killed and over 90,000 displaced from their homes in Burma.
Residing under oppression, they are forced to endure a life of misery and abject poverty. They have had their citizenship taken away and are treated as illegal immigrants in their own country. They are experiencing forced labour, land seizures, arbitrary arrests, rape and torture, as well as having their homes and mosques attacked and burnt.