27/08/2021
I met a girl in 2014 in Mae Sot refugee camp, Thailand. She belongs to one of the refugee groups Karen. I put my hands together and bowed my head to the stranger, in return I received a shy greeting from a small mouth. “Manglava~.” “You are peace.” The sacred language of this land was a smile of goodbye. Children colour strangers in peace with their secret language.
I want to see this smile of peace deeply.
And yet, these children are dying.
Now they’re taking bullets with their bare body, and becoming red petals on the street as they collapse.
The girl must be 16 by now.
According to local media in Myanmar, until March 31, The estimated death toll is 550, including those aged 16 to 25. This toll is said to be as high as 32% of the thousands of kids I've met, someone is going to die.
Dear people of Myanmar, please be strong! You are not only for peace in Myanmar but also for the peace of our civilization.
We are on with you in your struggle for peace.
We'll do it together
Ah, how heavy it is to say that we are together. Would that be a long-term responsibility?
Nevertheless, let's be together. Yes, this may take decades, even centuries, but at least we do our share in this lifetime.
This girl has become a reason for me to fight in solidarity for Myanmar.
