He struggles to roll up his jeans. It’s not until he reaches his right knee that one sees the scars. Mohammed Abdullah, a Rohingya refugee who has been in New Delhi for five months, shows others—one each on his right arm and back. And others still that we can’t see, which become apparent when he talks of how his parents, brother and sister were burnt in their house. In front of his eyes. “When I ran to save them, I was attacked too,” he says. His narrative is a glimpse into the violence many others like him have had to flee from in Myanmar’s Rakhine state, where Buddhists, allegedly with support from the state machinery, have launched widespread attacks on the Muslim minority since 2012.