Poem

I am a Refugee 
By Saiful

I am a refugee, I love Arakan like my heart,
Rohingya name got entirely mixed with my blood
All the difficulties today in Arakan we face
I know for being from Burma and from the Rohingya race

I am told I have no country now
Please tell me where will I go and how,
I am asked "where are you from?"
My reply is " it's Burma" with a political storm

See, noobody wants us in Asia
It is so difficult to be in Malaysia,
We have no place to stay, nowhere to go
Advice me, being Rohingya what should I do,

Our children are deprived of education
Refugees are always in fear of deportation,
In the jungle we hide,
Here we cannot sleep at night

I know, I know, we have to work with our head and be brave
Or our destination is the boat people's watery grave
I am a helpless refugee, before I say you all goodbye
I swear to God, listen to me, my poem is not lie!
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Nekkar Maa

Boudoli zagói,

Musúlman ór maa hámilor óttot.

Hámicá Quran foré,

Uggwá nekkar fuallá.

Allahr tú magir uggwá ajór.

Cúndor uggwá zehón fua óiye,

duk biakkún foórái zagói,

aró ekkán cúndor nam de.

foóila Azan de zindigi ré cúru gorá,

hámicá maa óiye uggwá naás ór dhóilla ar ustat or dhoilla dháke táke.

Maa óiye Quran oré forí dil oré iman di bórai de,

Poikambor arde sáabá ókkol ór kaáni ré gaái tou ar forí fúnai tou.

Uggwá nekkar maa óiyede niamot añárár Poikambor e hoiyé,

"Jonnot óil de maar théng or nise"

Maar dua ye añár zindigi ré cúdor goré ar foór goré.

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