How I Became A Stateless Person? The Tragedies Of The War: Secret-War Victims

Is My Life Matter To You?

(C) @lifewithlunlun (01/30/2019)

This picture of my second oldest sister was taken about 20 years ago in Shan State which is now belonging to Myanmar (Burma).

First, they took my father and made him a slave. When he was about to die, they released him.

I crawled on my father breathless soul. I cried because he did not comfort me. I then crawled on his unmoved body. Little did I knew, he had already left me.

(C) @lifewithlunlun (01/30/2019

The villagers took his body and rolled him in the carpet like the sushi chef making California rolls.

They dug the graveyard and buried him at the end of the village.

Later on, my oldest brother left home to seek for revenge and died on duty.

Brother, why don’t you keep your promise? You said “sister be a good girl because your brother will return with the most beautiful dress from Thailand for you.”

(C) @lifewithlunlun (01/30/2019)

I waited and waited but why you never return?

(C) @lifewithlunlun(01/30/2019)

After my oldest brother, the only man in the family, passed away, my mother had to remarry. If we did not have the man as the head of family, we were vulnerable to the dangers.

I have three more older sisters and my mother was still young in her forty. My oldest name is Khom Kong. Second oldest is Jaam Khom. My third sister is Khom Nual. All their name titled by the word Khom which means “gold” or “valuable” in Shan language.

Unlike my sister, I do not have the name. They called me “Lun” which means the youngest. Then when I asked my family, they did not remember.

My family, the Shan people and other ethnic groups like Kachin, Karen, etc were traumatized by the war. My family could not even remember after what happened to them.

My mother was caught by the Burmese junta and aborted her baby while she was tied with the collar of the house and got beaten to her baby came out and death.

(C) @lifewithlunlun (01/30/2019)

They burned down our village and it became the killing-fields.

I was lying down napping on the wooden house. I woke up when the piece of wood burning with 🔥fire fell on me and left scars on my face.

(C) @lifewithlunlun (01/30/2019)

Then, they relocated us from our peaceful village to the new location called “Pang Pual” below the hills. There, the troops made us slave labors. They made the villagers built the shelters and holes surrounding the bottom of the hills. They placed military bases on the top of the hills.

I was a curious and independent person. I liked to explore new places. I walked alone outside the new relocation area. I had cheery blossom flowers stuck on my ears and I carried its brunch. I was joyful and humming. I ran into Burmese dark prisons. There, I just stood and observed things around ,me but I did not understand why those men had to be in that cruel prisons. I was so clueless of what was going on.

(C) @lifewithlunlun (01/30/2019)

The prisons were huge four square shapes like a huge box 📦 that opened its cover. Below were skinny men and some were bleeding. They were crying and begging. The Burmese junta were above caring guns pointing at them and shouting while some of the armies continued to cover the top with woods and leaves.

I did not comprehend what were going on. Nor did I, I told or asked my parents about what I had seen. That is because I always did my own things and I only went back to our small huts like small tents when we people used for camping ⛺️ when I was hungry or when I knew that my mother would expected me to be there.

Turn off the light ❗️❗️❗️….COMING NEXT =>

(C)@lifewithlunlun

Why Wall? A Voice Of A Stateless Person

There is no place to truly call “HOME” for persons without citizenship. 

3 Months in Prison, did they deserve it?

I was a stateless person from Shan State in Myanmar (Burma). I was born during the cold-war between Burmese armies and minority groups in Burma. The group of my people called “Shan or Tai.” Burmese junta took our nation. They forced us to relocate and make us slave labors. My family escaped and lived in forest for many years.

Later on, we immigrated to Thailand and sought for freedom to start a new life.

We are grateful that Thailand let us stay. However, in Thailand, the land of smile put us in sad faces.

At that time, we needed to have travel permission document to commute from one district to another district. If anyone got caught without it, they faced prison and fines which decided by the police. To acquire travel document permission from Thai local government, we had to be at the government office from 6 or 7 am and waited for the processes to continue till afternoon or evening. Even thought that, sometimes, we got rejected. If lucky, the permission document would allow us stay at desire destiny for 7 days for family visiting, 3 months for working, and 1 or more years for studying but needed to renewal.

There was one family with three months old baby boy. They were jailed for three months and was fined for a huge sum. The police accused them for crossing the district without permission. The family could not speak Thai well and could not read Thai. They did not know that they supposed to have permission just to travel from Chiang Mai to Mae Hong Son which is 4 to 5 hours drive. They were Shan and were visiting a Shan festival at the Shan community in Mae Hong Son.

Do you think they deserve to be in prison for three months and pay for a lot of fine just because they were crossed the border between Chiang Mai and Mae Hong Son? 

Don’t you think that they deserve to have at least a freedom of living just like other people?

I dream that I am a strong healthy dove that flying beyond the borders and bring peace to all nations.

It was only in my dream because I am still in a prison without collars. I am now a student studying in America to pursue my dream and to help others while my family are in Thailand.

In 2017, my step-father who I only knew as a father passed away in Thailand. It was on my birthday. I came home from work. Then, my sister sent me his body in the coffin. I thought she was joking and I could not accept that it was reality.

I could not do anything!! I was hopeless because I could not return to my family because I am still…only dream that the dream of true freedom will come true. Could They Have The Rights To Live As Freemen?

Do They Have The Rights To Live As Freemen?