30/03/2025
𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲.
I know many people are excited. Everyone is preparing for Eid with new clothes, delicious food, and smiles on their faces. Children are happy, waiting to get Eidi and sweets. Families are gathering, hugging each other, and celebrating this special day.
But for me, Eid is not the same. How can I feel happy when I have no home? How can I celebrate when my people are suffering? We are homeless, not because of our own mistakes, but because of the cruelty of the Myanmar government. They took everything from us—our homes, our land, our rights, and even our happiness.
I still remember how Eid was in our homeland. The sound of the azan in the morning, the smell of fresh food from every house, the joy of wearing new clothes, and the warmth of celebrating with loved ones. But now, we have nothing. No home to return to, no proper clothes to wear, no table full of food. Just pain, just memories.
While the world celebrates, many Rohingya like me will spend Eid with sadness. Our hearts cry for justice, for a home, for the life we lost. We are refugees, not by choice, but because we were forced to leave everything behind.
To my brothers and sisters who feel the same pain, you are not alone. We may not have a home, but we have each other. We may not have much, but we have faith. One day, inshaAllah, Allah will give us back what we lost. One day, we will return to our land, and we will celebrate Eid with true happiness again.
Until that day, we pray. We wait. We stay strong. May Allah accept our prayers and bring peace to our hearts.
Eid Mubarak to all, even if my heart does not feel the joy.
