From Elise with soulful love #Rohingya
My first encounter with a Rohingya family was in March of last year during my time as an intern with Partners Relief & Development. We flew to the West-coast of Myanmar to a city called Sittwe. There I got my first glance of what you would call a concentration camp. We visited a family living there. They had lost everything they owned, and lived in a very simple house. Although it was simple, it was still nicer than many of the shacks and broken-down tents most of the IDPs were living in. I got sick while we were there and the family took me into their home and let me lay on their floor. They checked up on me regularly, giving me water to drink. They constantly apologized for the “lack” of cleanliness in Rohingya food. I remember feeling safe and loved despite our obvious differences.
Last week I was…
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