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Rohingya Children

Rohingya children Tarek Hasan Come on, brother, leave Rakhain Dad did not live in the house, mother did not live, The house that I slept, the fire in the house Burning, all ashes burn. Hey brother! Let's go quickly Go to the country next to the border, Got it, it's trouble, walking, your way! We go there and we will eat patley. Suddenly sat down here! Not being able to walk two legs, All lost dear brothers, I do not want to lose you I have to go, come back on my back. The child is running a child, he wants to survive, Sometimes on the mountains, sometimes on the mud, The child on the shoulder of the Rohingya baby on clay soil In a grave scene, the camera is captured on the border.

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