I needed to return right here. Nobody pressured me, and my spouse additionally agreed in a snap.
To be trustworthy, although, I didn’t inform my brother. He lives the place I used to reside – Kutupalong camp. He’s very towards this island for some cause. He might need tried to cease me coming if I dared to debate the subject. So I didn’t. I solely instructed him after I arrived. I used to be amazed that he didn’t yell at me.
As a substitute he puzzled if he would ever see me once more and even acquired a bit emotional.
Now after we cellphone one another, we examine information and figures. On the island, we get 15kg of rice per head. They get solely 13kg within the camps. We get 500g extra dal and 1kg extra potatoes right here too. I’m profitable to date in our comparisons. We’ve been right here simply over one month. We’re getting used to it.
For some cause, I don’t sleep correctly. After I lie awake, at midnight, I can hear the ocean and typically the horn of berthing ships. I really feel a bit unusual then however by the morning that feeling goes away. My youngsters ask if their little pals from our neighbourhood again within the camp will come to the island. I actually don’t know what to inform them. I assume they are going to discover new pals right here quickly when their faculty begins.
There are quite a lot of youngsters right here, and once they play and get noisy it makes this island really feel higher, to let you know the reality –and fewer irregular. The buildings are all the identical right here. We reside on the bottom ground. There are some tall buildings. Refugees are usually not permitted on the higher flooring. Possibly they assume we’ll kill ourselves?
We are able to solely ascend if there’s a cyclone. These flooring are utilized by administration and [for] different functions. After I consider the camp, I miss getting along with my mates in our favorite tea stalls after Maghrib or Isha prayers. I miss the Burmese tea and low mixes we get within the camps like Wealthy Combine. And I miss boma lapase, which you combine with water. That stuff is addictive.
I really feel unhappy and responsible about my mother and father. I assume I additionally deserted these youngsters I used to provide personal tuition to. I fear about them. If I hadn’t fallen into debt and if the thugs within the camp didn’t harass me like they used to – a lot in order that I feared for my life – I assume I wouldn’t be right here. God is aware of. Most of all, I hope my mother and father will forgive me some day.