When my brother was killed, I hid for days until I could bury him. It was during the month of September, three days before Eid. I buried my brother, and then we fled.
Abdul Hamid, 25 (Unchiprang Refugee Camp, Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh)
Abdul lived in Rakhine state, Myanmar with his wife Qodiya, who is currently six months pregnant. “I want to raise my son to be a good person. I want him to be an educated person. I don’t want him to repeat what we went through. We miss our home and our land. Before we came here we owned some land and a house. It was a strong house made of cement. It was our house. I was a farmer and we had cattle. We lost everything. Now we sleep under a bed net every night.”
Abdul was recently sick. “I had severe fever and was shaking a lot. My wife noticed it because it happened during the night. Our neighbours in the camp told her about the community health workers. One of them came to our tent and gave me a test. They said I had malaria.”
The couple are worried about the incoming monsoon.
“We are very happy with all the help we are receiving at the camp. I was cured from malaria very fast. They gave me the drugs when they told me I had malaria. We have food and the community health worker comes to our tent to take care of us. We don’t know what is going to happen when the heavy rains begin. We are afraid of landslides. If it rains hard, some houses will be washed away by the water. My wife is going to have a baby.”