My name is Amma Zia as age of 14, one of the students of Grade 3, studying at
Community Learning Centre – (2) under the Rohingya Aid & Empowerment Network,
Supported by CRRIC. I am living with my parents, Md Solim and Romjida at camp -11, Block (D-6) along with (4) family members. I’m the third daughter. I was born in Myanmar, in a small village Kyein Chaung, Maung Daw Township, Northern Rakhine State. I was almost 6 years when I escaped with my family to Bangladesh on 25th August 2017. I haven’t remembered what had happened in my country as I was a very small child then. When I was 8 years at Refugee camp in Bangladesh, I was quite conscious and used to hear from my parents and grandparents shared what they had faced immense challenges while they were fleeing the country by the Burmese Tatmadaw’s (Military intelligent organization) clearance operation. Thrashing it out in the gathering, all of theirs topics were that many people were killed, girls and women were raped, children were burned alive, Muslim leaderships were being false arrested and villages were burned down into arch. The entire state was under surveillance. “If the villagers had
managed not to leave the county while the military launched the operation in 2017, many people would have lost their lives on burning fire” my grandfather told me. Haven’t you got goosebumps? Hearing those horrible contexts made me scared and restlessness in my day to day life.
By the time I was 8 years, my father made me enroll at UNICFE Learning Centre in
Level – 1. At the beginning of my journey at school, I didn’t recognize that school is a place of happiness as I had to maintain Covid-19 protocol and I would had to avoid gathering with my friends either at school or outside. Since all the restrictions were being removed concerning pandemic then I realized how joyful a Learning Centre is. Sitting together with classmates while learning, drawing, playing and participating in different Co-curricular activities, I would have ability to cope with my stress on account of hearing horrible events from parents and grandparents, great grandparents in shelter. One of the happiest moments at LC is that teacher calls my name every class day in a register and it was really dignifying me that my details were identified at the first day to LC by the teachers. They registered my name in the enrollment. I’m really proud of it. My name will be still alive in the enrollment many decades.
There was a time we learnt informally in our LC together with friends more than three
years with the curriculum called LCFA (Learning Competency Framework Approach).
Eventually that informal system had been not much effectively carried our education but it’s helped us to cope our stresses and made a bounding relationship with other classmates which enhance my confidence to keep my dreams and I was continue going to the Learning Center for 3.5 years.