It was a hot summer afternoon at the Balukhali 2 Camp. I was talking to a few girls there. I wanted to know about their life in Rohingya camps in Cox’s Bazar.
And there she was.
Let’s say her name was Ruby. Now, Ruby was smiling shyly while the other girls were teasing her. Being curious, I wanted to know what the reason was. One of the girls said Ruby talks to her would-be husband all night long. And for that, she keeps four cell phones. The girl is only at her adolescence; 15 or 16 years old at best. I reminded Ruby of the proper age for a girl to get married. After all, she was still a child. To my happy surprise, Ruby smiled back and said, “I am not marrying now. I will be 18 before he will come to meet me.”
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