After fleeing our village, my family and I lived in refugee camps on the Thai-Burma border. For 10 years we were continuously forced to leave our new homes in the face of repeated attacks by the Burmese military. They would move east, setting up posts atop a mountain to oversee the region. From here they would watch and wait until suddenly they would appear in a village, killing the villagers and burning their homes, animals and land.
This was a life-long struggle for my parents, who knew all-to-well what it was like to set up a new home and life for their family, only to be relocated once again. We left Burma for the last time in my father’s boat at midnight on my ninth birthday. My sister almost died on the journey. But now we are safe and I feel so blessed to have escaped the tragedies that befell so many of my neighbours and friends in Burma.
Photo credit: Hseng Noung Lintner