hello snd thank you to the person that took thier time to read this novel. I will like to get right into the introduction, so as said in the summary that this story is about how hard is life for a Rohingyan refugee girl. Rufugee is a big issue in the world, some people feel bad for us ( us, cause i am a refugee and a Rohingyan)while some think we deserve it. So, basically I want to share my and my fellow community friends' up and downs of being a refugee and how it feels to grow up in a community which is very wired and old fashioned.I will not tell my real name or anyone about whom i will write because i don't think it's okay to write their name without gheir permission and about me? i just feel shy😊 So, let me give yoh some info about me, as you know i am a refugee and a Rohingyan , so it is obvious that i am a Muslim as well. I am 15 and live with my parents, J have 1 older brother and 1 younger sister. I live in Malaysia, I used to have a lot of friends but now i am in contact witb only a few. Sad story, i know and i love kpop. Bts, Blackpink and twice are my favourite.

To the person that read, pls tell me what do you think and you can ask me questions about my life and i would answer them in my chapters and also I am writing this novel just for fun, so its okay if you don't like it but pls don't write hate comments too much ,it will hurt my tiny heart. And I can't update frequently because my life is about complicated and weird ,so j wont bother to explain its boring any way. Thank you

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Hello everyone , like the title says i will share my experiences of being Rohingyan with you guys.

Frist of all, what is Rohingyan? Well, Rohingyan is a raise. Rohingyans don't rely much on technology, they harvest their own food ( well, everyone does that),they use clay stoves, pots and ect. There are some people that use gas stove and pots that are made out of good materials. Those are the rich people among Rohingyans.

Most of the Rohingyan's idea about genders is still old fashioned. They think that man should only work hard in the fields and woman should stay home at take care of the household.* Sounds pretty normal, right? )

Some of you may know that there are places where child marriage is still considered normal. Well Arakan is one of those places (Arakan is where Rohingyans from), Families that aren't financially successful marry their daughters as soon as they reach puberty. You may wonder why? Well, it's because they have to give Dowry to that groom's family and it's not cheap at all. Whenever a girl hit puberty, talk about her spread faster than wild fire hence the family start to get proposals and the pick the one with cheapest groom gift (of course it's the families that aren't financially well)

2 or 3 decades ago Rohingyan started take education as priority but not all. Some people started to send their children to school to seek knowledge. But sadly the only boys had the advantage oc going to school because they thought that man are the ones that will work outside so they need the education, girls don't need it.

Even though boys started schooling but most of them study only the basics of basics and often drop out of school. Like that years passed and some girls also started to get basic knowledge, where as some boys started to study seriously (only a few).

Even though it was considered okay for girls to go to school things didn't change much for the poor girls. Child marriage was still the rule, in fact mg own mother is a victim of child marriage. She was married to my father when she was only 15 and my father was 25. Even though she was from a decent family, she was still a victim. At that time 15 was ths perfect time and if you are 2 or 3 years older you will be considered as a bit old because usually by that age you were to be a mother 2 or even 3 children.

*it's pretty crazy ,right?! I know *

Hence the very next year my mother had her first child and that's my older brother.

you guys are honestly very lucky cause you can finishe your education and work if you want, and there are girls that may be slightly older or younger then you who are not getting to enjoy the same luxury as you all..so please study hard and always be thankful to god for the life yoy have because there may be ppl who live a better life than you but there may also be alot of ppl that wish to live their life lije you. Thank you so much for reading.

Last chapter was about how my life as a Rohingyan is and about the Rohingyan community. As always like the title says ,i will talk about how life has treated me as a refugee.

During my single digit age I didn't get bullied for being a Rohingyan, Since i was raised in Bangladesh. Bengalis are super chill about it, so i didn't have much problem.

Back then my young mind has a very nice view of human beings. And that was changed when I had to move to Malaysia( where i currently live) with my family.

The first year in Malaysia was pretty dope, being in a completely different surrounding and different cultures, made me extremely excited. Our neighbors were pretty nice, but i still couldn't make a single friend because kids were rarely seen because of school. My parents noticed my longing for a friend ,so they started to look for school for me and my siblings(so that we can get pur education and won't be lonely either).Finding a school where they accept refugees was no easy task, but eventually they found one (it took them months). I and my siblings were super excited about it, but the school was too far from our house even with a transportation So, we moved to somewhere closer to our school. It took us few days to stale in ,eventually we did.

Our days were peaceful until one night ,when we were having dinner we heard a bang sound from the the front door.My father went to check, but there was no one except some malay kids playing in front of our house. So my father came back in, and the again we heard a bang as if someone was throwing stones at our door.And guess what it was the kids! They wre throwing stones at our door!

We couldn't do anything since we were refugees! The next morning, we talked one of our neighbor about the disturbance the night before. And the lady just laughed and said yhe kids were just playing around and that she will ask them to stop since we weren't comfortable.

Things were pretty calm at night after talking with the neighbor, untill someone stole my brother's bike! Can you believe it?! And we couldn't do anything since we didn't have any idea who did it?

Once my sister and i went to throw away our garbage and on the way back some kids started to throw pebbles at us. One of them said "just go away from our country!" and kept hitting us , I and my sister Screamed stop but they didn't. And i lost it, i said a bad word( not very bad since my malay was horrible). They stopped and all of a sudden a guy ,who was around 17 slaped me saying i was rude and told me to get lost. I was furious because he saw them hitting was but didn't stopped them but when i fought back i was slaped and scolded. What kind of justice was that ? Is it because we were refugees?

Those thoughts were running in my head with tears in my eyes.

Since then I try not to go out as much as possible. Sometimes i will still run into them and when they bully me K just stay quiet till they let me go. There was no point in fighting back because they wre right, we should just go away from their country but we couldn't because we have no other choice.

Thank you for reading, plus do share your thoughts in the comments!