In mid-March, Sadika Bibi set off with a small bundle of her belongings to an undisclosed location on the side of a road in southeastern Bangladesh, filled with hope and fear at once.
A truck was meeting her there, driving her to a place near the shore about an hour south, and she was on a boat illegally transporting her to Malaysia, where a man she had never met before was waiting to marry her.
She knew it was dangerous. The boat can capsize. You can be beaten, starved, or extorted by human traffickers. You can die. Or, like the previous ten attempts to cross, her escape may be thwarted by rough seas or border authorities. Yet for Sadika, a 21-year-old Rohingya refugee from Myanmar, the journey appears to be the only way to a fresh start.
Either that or she is lying behind barbed wire, she will likely continue for the rest of her life, in the largest refugee camp in the world, and her immediate family is scattered across three countries.
An honest story is the story of the Rohingya in miniature. Pushed to the brink of destruction by raging soldiers, human traffickers and hostile governments, the community that was previously believed to be well over a million people in Myanmar has collapsed, not by a single act, but by a series of strikes left by a people with no place to call home.
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