Travel all the Muslim countries one by one, from Morocco to Malaysia. Tell anyone you come across on the street that you are from Turkey. You will see a smile on their faces, and feel sincere warmth. I witnessed this several times.

The place I most recently witnessed it is one of the roughest places I have seen in my life; it was very far from my country.

I generally prefer to enter the news ground either before or after everyone else. A good journalist does not look in the same direction as everyone else. They find different angles.

I visited Kilis and the border region last week to see the grounds where the Afrin operation would be conducted. I couldn’t cross to the other side because of the high security risk. However, I had the opportunity to see the new military grounds, roads and preparations made to accommodate our units that are currently carrying out the operation in Afrin.

I last visited around the time Daesh launched a rocket into Kilis. Since that time, I observed the city to be very calm and alive. Now, it is going through the same rocket fear again.

As soon as I returned from the border region, I came to the camp in Bangladesh, where Rohingya refugees are staying. I am writing this article from Cox’s Bazaar, the city of the refugee camps that have wreaked havoc on my emotions. I came here at a time everybody forgot them and turned their faces elsewhere.

“Iyilikder,” the humanitarian organization that brought aid here, provided me with the chance to show the true state of the Rohingya refugee, the migration tracks and Bangladesh. I watched the group of businessmen who volunteered to come all the way here and join in the aid operations and carry goods on their backs with admiration. I am going to write about this separately.

While all this was happening, I witnessed the love for Turkey, which I saw in all corners of the Muslim world, here, in this country that is 6,000 kilometers away from Turkey, and on the faces of those innocent and oppressed people, at the most shameful camps of humanity.

This is a privilege not given to every country. I am sure, even in the Afrin region, where we recently launched an operation, that the majority of people are filled with the love of Turkey.

However, there is another reality I observed in all the countries I visited. Three segments in most countries that admire Turkey are sometimes distant toward Turkey, and sometimes enemies.

1. Regimes

2. Media

3. Capital

Every national administration has its own media perpetuate news against the country it sees as an enemy and causes bureaucratic and diplomatic difficulties.

This is why Turkey needs lines of communication and media tools through which it can directly express itself to maintain love in the peoples’ heart.

I knew Bangladesh was poor, but to be honest, I didn’t know there were so many people living under poor conditions just like the Rohingya refugees. In the capital Dhaka, when visiting an orphanage, I thought it was a gigantic camp composed of tin houses, with no water, roads or electricity. However, those staying there were not the Rohingya. That place is not a camp. It was known as a normal neighborhood.

As the sweet and disciplined commander of the refugee camp said with a bitter smile, “Our people were very poor. Then, we had to look after the refugees numbering around one million.”

Those in a better state than the people living in those tin houses earn an $80 minimum wage in Bangladesh. This is one of the poorest countries of the Muslim world, living under the harshest conditions. In the country the size of the Marmara region, 180 million people are obliged to live here, in a squashed state. Transportation exists without traffic lights, there is no infrastructure, collapsed superstructures, and hygiene and education problems among others.

Hence, Bangladesh should be shown little more tolerance with regard to the problems they sometimes cause in relation to Rohingya refugees.  While its own people are as hungry and miserable as the Rohingya people, how can it carry the burden of one million?

The inability to find a solution to the state of these warm, sweet and sincere people whose eyes light up when they smile, deeply affects us all. We are a great and powerful country in their eyes.

The inability to respond to their love, admiration and trust upsets us. The way Turkey is reflected here is so different.

My surprise increased more when we came to Cox’s Bazaar, the city housing the refugee camps.