Mushfiq Mahbub Turjo
What is identity? Is it a name or a face? Or is it a form obtained while in a particular position? We search our identity every day. We emphasise our features. Give ourselves importance; in the hope of gaining recognition from others. We can lose everything but not our self. Due to political reasons, some people from Myanmar have taken refuge in my country. They are like the waves of an ocean. Waves do not have any identity; waves together form the ocean. Innumerable people, simultaneously homeless, and identity-less. Together, they are the Rohingya. A huge number, spanning here and there. Larger numbers still, remain huddled in homes lacking any identity.