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‘My name is Monshon Marma. I am eleven.
‘I lost my father when I was small. I do not know where he is now, whether or not he is alive. The Burmese army shoots the Rohingyas, and the Rohingya Solidarity Organisation [a former militant organisation that later became part of the Burmese Army] kills us. The soldiers came one night and took him away. He did not return.
‘My mother left me and killed herself. Now the poor people are dying everywhere. I was lucky because before she died, my mother sent me to this monastery, where there are eighty orphans. Here we study our language, Bangla and English. I am happy to study. In the afternoon I play football. During the day we go to plant trees.
‘The story of all the children here is the same. In order to live I sell vegetable produce. Many people have helped me. I think I am very intelligent, because I am always first in school. I love to study, but I know it is impossible. After we have finished elementary school, who will help us?
‘I know if my parents were alive I would go to secondary school. But now I am in the hands of God, I shall go wherever he leads me.
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