I am a Rohingya, and what I witnessed will never leave my heart. The Arakan Army came into our villages like a storm. I saw innocent people—men, women, and even children—shot without mercy, some slaughtered in front of their families. It was horrifying. We thought we had already seen the worst when we fled from the Myanmar military, but now the same nightmare has returned, only with a different name.

How long will we be hunted like this? We Rohingya are not part of this war, yet we are always its victims. From the Tatmadaw to the Arakan Army, no one sees us as human—only as targets. We don’t want revenge. We just want peace, safety, and a place to live without fear. The world must open its eyes to this brutality and protect the Rohingya people—before it’s too late again.