In context of recent and past atrocities, an apology to Chakma friends, and other friends from indigenous communities in Bangladesh:
I am sorry that we are from the same country,
And yet you always have to struggle in ways that I can perhaps never comprehend.
I was born in a Bengali family, and that made me a Bangladeshi.
But you also were born in the same country,
Your family has been here since centuries, just like mine.
But you are always the ‘outsider’.
I am sorry friends.
I can not do anything except feel guilty for being an ethnic majority
Whereas some of our people have chosen to oppress you,
Kill your people brutally,
Abduct your women,
How can I ever blame you for being ‘anti-national’ if this is how
Some of our people choose to behave?
I can’t argue with you if you say you hate us.
Because some of us violated your rights.
I can’t say anything if you choose to hate this country.
Because we have not given you the respect
That you are entitled to.
Let me tell you.
This country is as much yours as is mine.