Little child from Rohingya has left no more tear to cry, his eyes are dry. He is looking into sky for hope from the creator of this universe. This Muddy ground is his playground and same muddy ground is his bed. He is puzzled and trying to workout his crime. The Food, The School, The Shelter and The dress, all basic living necessities are banned for him, he is struggling to survive with nothing but hope. The hope must be alive