Their own backs protected their children from the flames and from scenes straight out of their worst nightmares.
In the Rohingya camp, it is hard to find a mother whose burns would not betray the kind of hell she and her children literally went through. A hell from which she carried them out in her own arms.
They always put the welfare and safety of their children above their own, but today is their holiday and we dream that they will be thought of too. Of mothers for whom all they need is a torch, a small solar cell and some food to brighten up this night, to ward off the dangers awaiting them in the camp and to make sure they do not go to sleep hungry. So that they don’t have to choose whether the meal will be eaten by their child or themselves.
Maimed and deprived of any rights, the Rohingya people fled from machetes and rifles in the hands of those in Burma who did not tolerate other ethnic groups. Many of those who managed to survive were women with children.
They were housewives, worked the land, supported their husbands who worked on building houses. They knew the value of hard work. They had to flee to a place that deprived them of the opportunity to decide for themselves, to take any job or educate their children. Sometimes it seems that the world would most like to forget the Rohingya people. We do not forget.
The frequent fires plaguing the camp force the women to rebuild their lives again and again. Everything is in short supply, but your support gives them hope – that someone still remembers them. Please – go to GoodWorks 24/7 and, on this beautiful holiday, give a little of your heart to women who are ready to give a hundred times more to their own children.