{"id":114742,"date":"2018-07-30T12:00:58","date_gmt":"2018-07-30T11:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=114742"},"modified":"2018-07-15T14:59:33","modified_gmt":"2018-07-15T13:59:33","slug":"the-crying-rohingya","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2018\/07\/the-crying-rohingya\/","title":{"rendered":"The Crying Rohingya"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/rohingya-burma-myanmar-bangladesh-migrants-asia.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-114743\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/rohingya-burma-myanmar-bangladesh-migrants-asia.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"256\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/rohingya-burma-myanmar-bangladesh-migrants-asia.jpg 610w, https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/rohingya-burma-myanmar-bangladesh-migrants-asia-300x192.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>We had no hand in determining the place and the caste we were born, yet they determine so much of our life, almost to the extent of defining it\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n<p>When I heard, they would come that night, the mob<br \/>\nwe fled to the nearest hill, fearing death,<br \/>\nworried that we might never come back again.<br \/>\nWe tried to make as little noise as we could<br \/>\nin that grim darkness of the silent trees<br \/>\nand soon their subdued footsteps echoed as they came.<br \/>\nFew, too weak or too bold, who stayed behind-<br \/>\nsome fought a battle lost, some with luck resigned<br \/>\nfor their end came quickly with a single blow,<br \/>\nthe rest were beaten to a slower death.<br \/>\nWhen the houses were set aflame, the fire<br \/>\nalmost exposed us with its orange glow<br \/>\nbut the mob was too absorbed, thankfully,<br \/>\nin their victory-dance to look around.<br \/>\nThe heavy smell of human flesh burning<br \/>\ngrew in the air as we stood too petrified<br \/>\nand the orange light brought an early dawn.<br \/>\nNow we are here with nowhere else to go,<br \/>\nI beg you please just look at them, the kids<br \/>\nyou would know the hell from their empty eyes!<br \/>\nI beg you please, for the sake of God and<br \/>\nfor the sake of precious humanity<br \/>\ndo not push us back to persecution,<br \/>\ndo not push us back to the place where we were born!<\/p>\n<p>______________________________________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/Amit-Rahman.jpeg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-114744\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/07\/Amit-Rahman.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"100\" \/><\/a><em>My name is Golam Wahedur Rahman. My colleagues and friends call me Amit. I was born in 1980 in Dhaka, Bangladesh. After\u00a0two broken marriages, a BA Honors in English and a ragged career as a software engineer and a broadcast journalist I have opted to take writing as my sole endeavor of life. I hope my poems will not offend you in any way! See, I am a believer of all the religions. I am in absolute love with Jehovah, God, Allah and Brahma and I absolutely adore Zeus, Socrates, Confucius, Krishna, Moses, Buddha, Jesus and Mohammed. So to any believer of a single creed, my words may sound blasphemous and even heretic. If that be the case you have my earnest apology in advance! In brief, I am a loner, to the world an outsider forever, walking on the lonely path of life.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/amitpoetry.wordpress.com\/2012\/06\/14\/the-crying-rohingya\/\" ><em>\u00a0<\/em>Go to Original \u2013 amitpoetry.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We had no hand in determining the place and the caste we were born, yet they determine so much of our life, almost to the extent of defining it\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":114744,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[182],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-114742","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-format"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114742","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114742"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114742\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/114744"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114742"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114742"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114742"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}