Burma Times Report: August 04, 2015
As the chilly winter air gently moved the sand on the coastal village of Shaplapur in Bangladesh, Md Ayub kissed farewell to his three year son Md Noor. Even at this tender age, Noor understood little but his father and did not bear to see his father go away in the long fishing troops across the dark blue horizon that marks the Bay of Bengal.
“Cheer up, my son,” said Ayub, “I will be back soon.” Noor puffed, but remained assured that his father would be back.
Like many grown ups, Ayub did not keep his word. He did not return.
Of course the three year old did not know that his father has been taken hostage as he went to the sea. As darkness descended on the waters, a band of human traffickers turned up and fell on the fishing boat.
Since then nobody heard back from Ayub.
Infant Noor noticed that everything changed. His food became less. Then some strange men came and broke his house. Then he fell very sick. He cried loudly maybe in the hope his father would listen.
But unlike earlier years, his father did not come to his bedside. He did not get any medicine. Then one day he became too tired to cry anymore.
Everything began to fade. As Noor looked over the distance towards the blue horizon and the starry skies, maybe he hoped that one day in another life, he would be re united with his father.
Noor died on July 31, 2015. Almost everyday, Rohingya children die from lack of treatment in both Burma and Bangladesh. Noor is only one of them.
Hundreds of Rohingyas and many Bangladeshis have been kidnapped by human traffickers.