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A Life Without a Life

 

 

By

 

Vanlalfaka Arakan

 

          The sky above her was dark and the strong tropical wind was brushing through the forest, yet Lamin, a girl of fifteen year old, paid no attention to them. She kept digging the ground by herself in the Indo-Burma tropical rain forest without showing any fear of rain or any wild animals. She was not digging gold or diamond but a yam. A yam was more important than gold or anything in her life at that moment, because she did not want her aged parents to starve to death without any food.

 

            Lamin, 15 year old girl fled her home at Kyoun daung with her aged parents to Hmawngbuchhuah, a small village in Mizoram in India in 2005. Her and her family crime of being fugitive in Burma was that her aged father had no strength to carry heavy supply for army. As a result, the army would levy a heavy fine on the family for not being able to call for forced labor. As the heavy fine drained their little income, they had no options other than fleeing their home. 

 

            When she reached the Hmawngbuchhuah, she felt for the first time that her life would never be the same again. She was in strange land. Though the village is on the bay of Kalak Chaung, it is surrounded by mountains. It was very cold in winter and hot and humid in summer. For sometimes, she had to stay in the house of Maung Ni, her parents’ friend. The house was built with bamboos and its leaves. It was somewhat like a camping hut where people would stay for fun. When she glanced around the house, she saw no valuable objects. Everything was visible to her naked eyes. There was some utensil used for cooking, some local made blanket, and two bags of paddy that would weight around forty kilograms. She was later told that Maung Ni and her family also fled to Hmawngbuchhuah from Ngwe Lak Wa for some reason.

 

            Lamin has been in Hmangbuchhuah for almost a year. But she missed her village where she left behind her friends and relatives. She hadn’t had a single day which she could call it as a ‘beautiful day’. She still remembered how she almost got sick and got cold in the first night in Hmawngbuchhuah. She was sleeping on bamboo’s floor under a thin blanket. In the middle of the night, she felt too cold, and she was shivering. She asked her mother to hold her tightly to feel warmer. As all of them were sleeping on the single room house, everyone was woken up by her loud groaning and shivering. Mrs. Maung Ni made fire for her. At last, all of them ended up sitting around the fireplace to keep them warm. Since then, she would keep awake herself by sitting near fireplace for many nights.

 

            Lamin was an eight standard student at Paletwa town where she stayed with her aunt. She later narrated, “one day when I got home from school, I got a message from dad that he wanted me to return home immediately.”  With confusion, she reached home that changed her life forever. Her parents told her to pack small things that she would want it later. After dinner, her mother told her to go to the bed early that confused her. The more confusion came at midnight. She was woken up by her parents and told her to follow them quietly. It was only on their way that she realized they were fleeing to India. They abandoned their house that was built with teaks and other good quality timbers. They later learnt that the army turned their house into Officer’s Quarters.

 

            Without no proper housing and healthcare, her father got malaria that caused him to be jailed himself inside his own house. The tropical raining season visited them soon. The rain would not give poor girl like Lamin and her parents to go out a day without getting being wet. The sun had no chance to set its rays in this small village. Within no times, poor health and bad weathers drained little money they brought with them from Burma.

 

            Without fearing any wild animals and tropical storms, she would go out almost everyday in search for yams and bamboo shoots. She would climb up and down one hill after another, and if luck was on her side, she would get good and big yams within an hour or so. However, she sometimes would return home with little or no yam at all. When she was asked of any fear in going out by herself, she said, “In the beginning, I was afraid. So, I would go with other girls and women because more than sixty percent of villagers would be starving in raining season. Later, I would go out myself because I could find yams without any hurry”.

 

            The reason people were starving in this small village was that jhum (shifting cultivation) would not yield up to their expectation. The paddy and vegetables they got from jhum would not last for year long. As a result, the villagers have to find an alternative method for survivals such as finding yams, roots and others.

 

            Lamin sometimes would pray for the military government in Burma to reform its economy and governance systems in which everyone could have his/her own life. Moreover, she would be able to return home and enjoy her life again if the military regime makes the country into a democratic country. She wanted to have a life which she lost it for two years.

Copyright © Vanlalfaka Arakan