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“I didn’t receive my father’s compassion.”

 

Place: Ban Dokita, Mae Hong Son, Thailand

Date: 05.06.2015

Interview by KSDC students

 

The names in this interview have been changed.

 

What is your name?

My name is Shaw Moe.

 

How many people do you have in your family?

There are eight people in my family.

 

When did you family come to in Refugee Camp #1?

My family has been here for six years.

 

Can you tell me about the river of your  life?

I was born in 1996. When I grew up I didn’t have my father because of the political conflict. My father had good relations with Karenni soldiers. When Karenni soldiers would come to our village, my father would look after them and buy them food to eat. Many people heard that my father was helping Karenni soldiers. Htoo Sheew, an officer of the Karenni Nationalities People’s Liberation Front (KNPLF), came to catch my father. He and other soldiers waited around my home. My mother was very afraid and was very worried. At the same time my mother told my father, “You need hide.” But my father didn’t have anywhere to hide. My father told my mother, “I will go out there now.” He went outside. At the same time a KNPLF soldier told my mother they just had to check him. He said that so my mother wouldn’t be sad.

They called my father to go away with them. After one week we searched for my father but we couldn’t find him. And we continued to search for my father for the next three week, but we never found my father. And we didn’t know anything about my father. One year ago we had news about my father but they were the saddest, because my father was dead and we could only see his bones. So we don’t want to hear about my father. But now I don’t know much about my father, because my mother can’t talk about my father. When she talks about my father she tears up and cries. And I don’t want my mother to be sad. When my father died I was very young.

If someone asked me, “Who do you love?” I would say, “My father.”

“And who do you hate?” I would say, “The Burmese soldiers.”

Because I didn’t receive my father’s compassion.

 

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