LIFE AND ISSUES
When I was a child, 8 to 13 year-old, I preferred play "DONDOERM SLEK CHHEU" . After leaning at school I had to take care my younger –sister at took then to go sigh0seeing in the village. I always coaxed my friend to play "DONDOERM SLEK CHHEU". I was pleased to play it. I though noting during I played it sometime I a ban do my sister at the bed nearby, then she fall down and injure her head. She cried loudly. When my daddy heard her voice, he immediately caught me to beat with large woods or whip until I worn out, that why I couldn't get up. My father resumed to beat me endlessly until my mammy came to help me and stop him. This is one of many events that my father did upon me. When he beat me I'm pain either morale or body, I did angry with him but I didn't know how can I do to him. Sometime I want to die because I didn't face with my dad. But I no longer angry with him and thought that he is my granted favors person. Anyway, I heard my mum told me that when I was a baby my father didn't sleep all night to take care me. So I don't angry with him.
When I start to paint the third point " I and my body ", It inspired me to evoke again on my real life whether " Who am I ? " and " Where do I come from ? " ...
Initially, I was in the childhood -> then became a teenager -> then be adult -> now OLD! ... From day to day, I have had a little bit pleasures but on the contrary, in my life am rife with worries and sadness innumerably. For example, when I was a teenager, I had never stayed at my family-residence at all !
Frankly speaking, on that time, it was the brutal Pol Pot-era. Therefore, what I had to do was nothing out of many serious-hard duties in farming (In this point, I think that I needn't make detailed description on those situations, because all Khmer people already knew clearly what happened at that time...)
Whatever I did on that time, it completely means I did everything on behalf of my whole family because I am a first child in the family...
Pol-Potien Khmer Rough started to mobilize and earmark all persons from the villages, who had a full-energy, and then Khmer-Rough forced us to go out from home to work in "SAMAKY GROUP "...
... On that time, I was just between 13 to 14 years old only. I tried my best to do what they forced to do and I didn't dare to be lazy or complained to the " ANGKAR " at all even though what they ordered to implement are incredible hard work... .
Although I was a girl, I still thought that " Whatever that adults could do, I also had to do as them.". It was the determined pledge from my ideal. Anyway, I wanted to affirm the leaders to take note that I still could do everything same to adults notwithstanding that I was a young girl... Moreover, I didn't want to be looked down by " ANGKAR " and they could report bad points about me and my family!...
All I did, is to prevent from criticisms that could make punished charges that I didn't have a capability to do everything as every body in the " SAMKY GROUP ". One more, my parents didn't take part in this group regularly because they availed themselves of time to farm at my mother farm (own farm). In order to raise my other 7 younger sisters and brothers who were very young and couldn't do anything, that why my parents did like that...
KRATIE province was in "Liberated Zone", was taken control by Khmer communists. In that situation, provincial people were forbidden to use currency. If we need something, we changed something to each other mutually.
...All issues that I narrate above, those are the points which I want to affirm what I tried to carry out many doleful affairs and strife–tom was my efforts alone without any my family's helps in " SAMAKY GROUP " !!!
...Afterward I was earmarked to join " KONG SROUCH GROUP ". They forced me to
work with no mercy upon me both day and night in SNUOL DISTRICT (Khmer-Vietnamese border)...
I lived as let's dog lie, I live without hopeless and I didn't know " How many days can I continue to live? "...
I lived far away from my parents, siblings, relatives, friends, and all people who I knew before etc.
From day to day I faced and lived only in frightening forests... I was ordered to cut the large woods into pieces and dragged it to the other far places. As for my life-style: I had nothing to eat, but some time there were something to eat as well in rarely but those meals were just a little bit. And frankly speaking, not different so mush from the slavery ! That why it made my physical hygiene was worse off from day to day. Finally, I became to have anemia and serious malaria, thin, typhus... and my hair almost exclusively drop off mournfully.
On that time those situations made me had fear motivation, feel lonely and I did so worry about myself. Moreover, I was extremely homesick as well as missed my family. I al ways thought that I certainly lived under that pressure until I die...Sometime; I wanted to become the clouds in order to float to find out my family. Moreover, I was afraid of the zone-chief due to if they know what I think of , they will take me to smash. So I try to work hard and tried to hide my true feelings. Anyway, I realized that I was followed a trail by them because they knew clearly that I was born ion the high-rank family. And they took notice me whether I could transfer myself to be a farmer or not. I did angry to them but however I tried to control myself that why I can still a live.
During 1978-79, my life-fate started to face with one more adventure. I was sent to the battle, my main duties were carrying the injured soldiers back to an ambulance that ready to wait behind. When I had to come back again, they ordered me to transport war-equipments to support the first-line battlefield. I was often ambushed to shoot by Vietnamese troops. Usually, many Vietnamese and their howitzers launched nearby. In fact, I was alive incredibly while my other doleful colleagues were killed dreadfully in the battle. They were died more and more endlessly, as for me I still alive alone with sadness from that brutal fighting...
One more event that I never forget from my mind, was my friends' tragedy.
... They and I hide together in differrent holes to escape from cannon shells. We also chat to each other with some words as well ..., but immediately, When I turned face to see all of them again, all of them were completely crushed, not remained alive even one person after they received from high-trajectory gun shell . Some of their intestines, hands, arms, skin... jumped away to get stuck on the branched of trees..., extremely mournfully beyond the limit of descriptions. Just only one moment, humans were smashed and disappear from me. We just joked with each other recently and just one moment, they have left from me forever ...!!
I was extremely trembling and I do pity them with all my heart !
It's my unforgettable scar of pain ! .... Etc.
One time I kept my self secretly because I still have the hope that I can see the face of my parents again... even if I don't know whether they still alive or not. I still didn't go any where even abroad, I still waited for them... .
...Sometime, I feel bored with my life ! I always think that : " Who am I ? " & " Where do I come from ? " why I always meet almost only sufferings & worries in my whole life like this ?!.................
à I mercy upon myself !
à I also want to make my life better off as well ! Phnom Penh, 11 October, 2009
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