Burma Times Report: January 15, 2015
My name is Al Marijan. I am 18 years old. Life at Kiladong (Du Char Yan Taan) was never good. But it became worse in 2012.
One day they told me that the police had picked up my father and a few other men outside the village. They told me that he was going to be released soon. But he never came back. I did not see his dead body but I know that he will never came back. Those picked up during the riots never come back.
Last year, we heard one day that 8 Muslim men who had come from outside to work in our para (neighbourhood) have been beheaded by Magh (Rakhine) villagers. (Rohingyas are not allowed to leave their designated zones). They were picked up by Magh villagers and in a trial, the chairman of the Magh village ruled they were guilty. We learnt later that they were executed in a gruesome manner. This raised tensions in our village as we were angry that 8 Muslims were killed.
A few days later, 6 or 7 Maghs passing by the village cursed at us. They were saying ‘Go back to Bangladesh, you kalaars (black people) and used other abusive language. They were drunk. In Kiladong we often had to put up with abuses like this. But today we were already angry because they had killed the Muslim men. Some of our men attacked the Maghs and they fled after getting beaten.
Then the next night there was a sudden commotion. I heard people shouting that the police, lunthi (BGP) had come along with men carrying sharp weapons. As we went outside I saw them too. The men with sharp weapons did not have any uniform. All of them were shouting abuses. The police and BGP then started firing. We ran.
I saw a police shoot down a woman in close range. There was no time left to think except taking hold of our family members. There was my brother, two sisters and our mother. I heard the abusive screams behind me, alongside the sound of gunfire. Then I heard the screams of children. I knew from their screams that they were being killed.
The gunfire had stopped but the screams went on very long. But all of us just ran. We knew we had to get away from this. My uncle, who was very old got stuck in the ditch as we were escaping. He was killed.
I later learnt that anyone who could not get away was killed. A woman, Fatema Begum could not get away because she was in labour for the last three days. They hacked at her stomach and made sure the baby was dead too.
I was right when I knew about the other children being killed. Even three days later, the limbs of little children were found in holes where this had taken place. Some of those who returned to Kiladong by day also did not come back. But some of the men sneaked back at night.
We had escaped to Gudachera. We stayed there for a few months before coming to Bangladesh. The BGP and police frequently went to Gudachera and tried to identify if there was anyone from Kiladong. So it was not safe there. Anyone from Kiladong is arrested and anyone hiding people from Kiladong are arrested too.
Many of my friends and relatives are stuck inside the country. I fear for their safety.
Additional reporting by Faisal Alam and MD Shaker