Save lives of our Rohingya Brothers and Sisters

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Raised by 1,269 people in 5 months
The Muslims of the World team is here in Bangladesh sharing the stories of the Rohingya people.  Many of you may remember the videos that came out last year showing women getting raped, men being slaughtered and children being thrown in the air with their heads being cut off.  Unfortunately, the media has stopped talking about the horrific condition of the Rohingya people.  

We came here with OBAT Helpers (a registered 501c3) to help bring aid to the people who have been afflicted.  Many of these children were left as orphans many of the women have been left as widows.  Throughout these next few days we will be raising funds that will go directly to helping these families in need. 

We are asking you to be part of this by supporting this campaign.  Many of these families have been left with serious trauma and need OUR help rebuilding their lives and reclaiming their dignity through self-empowerment.  All the funds collected by this campaign will go directly to OBAT Helpers, which is one of the local non profits the focus on the Rohingya and do incredible work on the ground.  Money will be used for sustainable shelter, free healthcare and medicine, quality education of the camp residents and community development programs.  

We are currently on the ground as we speak and we will be showing you a variety of the victims from the crisis and how your donations can help.  May Allah reward you for your efforts to hep bring aide to your Muslim brothers and sisters.

To get added to the OBAT Newsletter to get updates about the crisis and the work that OBAT is doing with your donation click this link ---> bit.ly/OBATsignup or go to their website www.obathelpers.org
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“My son was leaving school when the Mayanmar Army found him walking on the street with his backpack. He was on his way back to me and was excited to share with me what he learned in school that day. The Myanmar Army found him alone on the street so they threw him to the floor and began stomping on his right leg with their boots. My son screamed and begged for them to stop and was confused on why they were doing this. They told him that he shouldn’t have been in their way....
After stomping on his right leg they threw his unconscious body in the sewer on the side of the street. Three of his classmates found him and ran to me to tell me the news. I quickly grabbed my clothes and headed out to retrieve my son’s body. I thought just like the month before when the Myanmar army killed my husband, that my son would be dead too.

When I found my son he was covered in mud and blood. I slowly picked him up and carried him back home where he was unconscious for three days. When he regained consciousness he was not able to walk. I made him a promise that I would carry him on my back till the day that my legs didn’t work.” @sajjad12345
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Momtaz and Rojia
"My name is Momtaz Begum. I am thirty years old. I am alone in the world, it is just my daughter and I. Everyday my daughter asks me “Mother, where are my brothers? Will we ever meet them again? Mother, I love you so very much. I lost everyone. Please don’t leave me. Everyone left me. Please don’t die. Please don’t leave me, I feel so alone. I want you to stay with me.”
Every night when we sleep, Rojia takes my feet with her hands and pulls them into her chest, so that it will heal my burns quicker. I know my daughter loves me. Everyone said to me, "you will die”, but I’m still alive. Allah kept me alive so that I could be here for my daughter.
I lived with my husband and four children in Tula Tholi Village, Myanmar. He was a woodcutter and a farmer, and I was a housewife. We lived a happy, simple life. Everything we did, we did for our children. They were our everything. Any money we would make would go towards making their lives better.
Two months ago, the Myanmar military attacked our village and my whole world went dark. They ambushed our village with guns and machetes, and herded us to the nearest sea beach.
They targeted the men first. They drew knives and slit their throats, and shot them. They dug mass graves that they threw them into.
Then they went after the children. One by one they threw the children in the air and cut off their heads. I couldn’t believe what was happening.They doused them in kerosene and set them on fire.
The military shot my husband in front of me. He asked the military if he could have a sip of water, and they shot him again. He died in front of me. I cannot describe the pain I experienced in that moment; I was holding my babies so tight as we watched our community die. They took my children, both toddlers, from my arms. They threw them in the air and cut off of their heads. They threw their bodies into the mass graves where my husband was. They took my other son who was eleven. They beat him brutally, and then shot him and threw him into the grave. My whole family in a grave, as I held my seven year old daughter Rojia with all my might.
The military organised the women into teams. I was in a group of five women, with ten military men. Rojia was holding onto me as they dragged us in the house. Of these five women, my mother was with us. They gang raped us. They beat us brutally. They slit my stomach, they cut my mothers’ throat. I could hear my daughter screaming for them to stop. I could hear them beating her. When they finished raping us, they poured kerosene over our bodies and lit a match. Everything went up in flames and the world went dark.
I didn’t know what was happening, but it was Rojia who woke me. I could hear her pleading, "Mother please, wake up. We are in danger, we need to leave this place.” My daughter saved me. Rojia broke a wall of bamboo in the house and we escaped. We were the only survivors.
My body was on fire. I had no clothes. Rojia guided me to the paddy fields and we drank water by the pond. I cooled my burning body in the water for the whole day. We ran to the forest to find safety. I was so weak by this point. We fell asleep by a water canal deep in the forest.
We were woken by some villagers who told us that we needed to get out of this place. They saved us. They gathered lunghis (cloth) and bamboo and they carried me and my daughter through the forest from Myanmar all the way to the boat. I felt like I was dead on this journey. We had lost everything that ever meant something to us. When we arrived to the boat, I was lifeless.
Upon our arrival to Bangladesh, Rojia begged for money on the street to transport the two of us to Medicines Sans Frontieres Hospital. We then came to Kutupalong medical camp. I still don’t have access to proper medication and we live on rice.
I am alive today because I want justice. I am here for my daughter. I want to show you my burning body because there are thousands of women who are experiencing this, but no one knows our story. Everyday when I see the children in the camps, I think about my children. I miss them so much. They were my life. I miss my husband so deeply; I feel like I’m losing my mind. I don’t know what is happening anymore. I want justice for my husband. I want justice for my family. I want justice for my nation."
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