About Me
As a persecuted, minority and distressed Rohingya from Myanmar, I grew up in a world where my name, my identity, and my rights were denied. I was never allowed to attend school freely, never had access to the opportunities others took for granted. But even in silence, I discovered the power of words.
Writing became my rebellion. Coding became my tool. Both became my language for truth, justice, and connection.
“My book: The Painful Life of Rohingya” isn’t just a book-it is a cry for recognition. Every page is stitched from real memories and stories that demanded to be heard by the world.
I don’t just write to express, I write to resist. I don’t code to build websites, I code to build bridges to education, identity, and opportunity.
As a Rohingya, I dream of a world where no child is denied education for their ethnicity, where every displaced person has tools to rebuild. That’s what I work for, one word, one line of code, one classroom at a time.
Poetry;
“The Night”
The night we cried,
The night we screamed,
The night we lost everything.
The night our homes were gone,
The night our parents were torn apart,
The night we were left to die.
The night our lives were destroyed,
No light, no hope,
We lost everything.
The night we were hunted,
But no one came to save,
It felt like a grave.
The night stole our peace,
The night buried our dreams,
The night made us hopeless.
Note: “The night of 25th August 2017, a night which carved into our souls with pain, terror, and loss. It was not just the night we cried — it was the night we were shattered by the brutality of the Myanmar military. Our homes turned to ashes, our families were torn apart, our dreams buried in the dark. That night, we lost everything – our country, our identity, our peace. That night made us refugees. We were forced into an unknown world, carrying only bleeding hearts and memories. It was not just violence — it was genocide. A night we will never forget, and a wound we can never forgive. We carry its pain every day, and we will never stop mourning the life it stole from us.