May this year bring the throne of justice to the oppressed Rohingya population in Myanmar! Happy New Year! #Rohingya #Genocide #Myanmar

Investigate Arakan Army’s Filmed Execution of Prisoners of War

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Argentina Court issues arrest warrant for Rohingya genocide perpetrators including the Myanmar military commander-in-Chief Min Aung Hlaing Burmese Rohingya Organisation UK - BROUK This is a historical step toward justice for the Rohingya people. #RohingyaGenocide #ArrestWarrant #WhatIsHappeningInMyanmar

Htan Shauk Kan Massacre On May 2, 2024, the Arakan Army (AA) massacred at least 600 Rohingya in Htan Shauk Kan (Hoinya Seeri) village, Buthidaung Township. Among the victims were babies, children, pregnant women, the elderly, and persons with disabilities. The scale and cruelty

After two years of dedicated efforts and patience, I am pleased to announce that the English edition of my memoir, "Eradication", is forthcoming through Pan Macmillan India. You should not miss this book, not merely because it comprises personal, firsthand accounts of the recent

Today's spotlight is Mayyu Ali . Mayyu Ali is a Rohingya poet, author of Exodus, The White Elephant, and Eradication, and co-founder of Art Garden Rohingya. Forced to flee Burma in 2017, he lived in Cox’s Bazar refugee camp for four years before resettling in Canada. His powerful

There is a genocide that began in Southeast Asia four decades ago. A genocide that the world has almost forgotten. A genocide that is still ongoing. A genocide that systematically targeted a minority. The Rohingya. Myself. Please order your copy here; amazon.in/Eradication-Po….

“They could very well erase my name, my identity, my culture, but writing would allow me to leave an indelible mark on the world.” -Eradication, Page 48. Please order your copy; amazon.in/Eradication-Po…. #RohingyaGenocide #rohingyabook #RohingyaMemoir Photo credit:

Recently, India has forcibly sent back hundreds of Rohingya refugees to Myanmar and Bangladesh, with some reportedly being thrown into the open sea and abandoned. Thousands of Rohingya refugees remain in India, where they are frequently subjected to persecution, torture, and

In this survivor's testimony, poet-activist Mayyu Ali offers a rare and poignant first-hand account of the Rohingya genocide he was born into. ERADICATION by Mayyu Ali with Emilie Lopes, translated by Siba Barkataki, is now out everywhere books are sold. amzn.in/d/dz7fqrm

“How far would you go to protect your culture and identity when everything around you is being erased?” I wouldn’t indulge in romantic notions of travelling to the moon or another universe. But I would definitely return my homeland ~ Arakan and then travel to countries where our

‘New memoir ERADICATION offers a rare, first-hand account of the Rohingya genocide, survival and resistance through the eyes of a refugee-poet’. Read more about ERADICATION by Mayyu Ali with Emilie Lopes in this BookShotsApp feature: bookshotsapp.com/2025/10/10/bea…

“Mayyu Ali’s Eradication stands as one of the most important testimonies of our time—a document of pain, poetry, and perseverance in the face of history’s darkest turns.” bookshotsapp.com/2025/10/10/bea…

A new book came in the #bookmail today. It’s #Eradication by Mayyu Ali I wasn’t even looking for this book until I saw it on Amazon India . I expect this to be an emotional read with real life accounts of Rohingya Genocide. It’s really terrible and inhumane what has happened with

Rating: ★★★★★ (5/5) “A devastating, lyrical, and vital memoir that refuses to let history bury the living. Mayyu Ali’s pen does what no weapon can — it keeps his people alive”

Mayyu Ali paints a picture of naive halcyon days in Arakan spent running to the Purma River, playing in bamboo forests, and watching morning mist settle on the Mayu Mountains. english.dvb.no/eradication-a-…

Drowning We are drowning in the wave of violence and hatred in Myanmar. We are drowning in the ocean of hostility in displacement. We are drowning in the sea of ASEAN’s ignorance. We are drowning in the tide of global indifference. We are drowning not by water, but by

When I remember the little boy I once was, I see a stranger who haunts my nostalgic reveries. It is as though happiness existed in fragments. I remember eagerly awaiting the arrival of summer, when fields were bare and the farmers had finished harvesting their crops. The joy of