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Rohinga also know as Arakenese are Muslim minorities that lives in Myanmar. They are also spread against western Asia and USA and Canada. While they claim to be citizens of Myanmar, they are of none because Myanmar refuses them as one and strips them of their basic identity.
When British colonized Myanmar, India, Pakistan (Hinduistan) and Bangladesh, the laborers were frequently moved for personal benefits that was how they ended up in Myanmar after liberation.
A lot of laws and actions have been passed of this race in Myanmar. Right? Wrong. There has been one law passed Union Citizenship Act that refuses them as a citizen. They don’t get their basic rights nor freedom, they are only protected by the international human rights provided from UNHCR. Crackdowns begun in 1970 when the Myanmar military force started attacking this group, torture, rape and murder were a basic everyday news. Later 168,000 fled Myanmar and the brutality wanting countries to accept then, no one did.
Each Rohinga has their own tale of sheer barbarity and cruelty full of unbelievable horror in their home village. To flee they don’t use the land medium because they do not want to pass from people they despise so they take the sea route and so they earned the name Boat People.
But when they flee where do they go? Bangladesh, Malaysia, India? No, these countries have restricted there. Later due to international pressure, Malaysia agreed to support and assist temporary refugees. Likewise, Indonesia, Thailand and Philippines agreed.
The major threat however is only 35% people entering these lands are Rohinga. Other 65% are actually illegal Bangladeshi or Burmese nationality or other nationality trying to escape to foreign lands. Here is where we face the side of double edged sword, which is already causing human civilization harm.
Many international personalities residing in Myanmar have been questioned and criticized. The very merciless act of throwing Rohingya out from their own lands and not dealing with the crisis inside the borders is leaving the whole of South Asia vulnerable.


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