Refugee Life
Rizal 2 members and some have been arrested or kidnapped. With full of pain and sorrow and with the hope to
return we crossed the border. As soon as we crossed the border we encountered robbers. We made some
ways to run off from them . We left our home moved towards the darkness, betting good bys to all of
belongings and relatives who were in the country either imprisoned or rapped to death. We had few of
our luggage with us and no food or cash to by food for the next day. After a day drive we reached to a river bank , which was like a desert ,full of sand ,sick
people ,very hot , bad testing water. We stated in a Mandhir plaza for two nights we were bitten by
mosquito severely and most of us got sick. No food to eat , Urine smelling water . My parents found a
cottage with plastic roof and stayed there. Few days later storm came and blew the plastic roof . We
were all wet in the bed of sent. House got flooded. My parents were helpless to us.
Days started passing counting dead bodies passing by the street. Few days later I went to school but
had no slippers or shoes. Had no dress to wear. My books were wet while in the school. My school
had no fence and no roof. Just send on the river bank. We used to be prepared to run away while there
was rain fall. But unfortunately there used to hardly dry place at home to take rest. “i had roof of sky
and the bed of sand”. If life is to enjoy, is this is not the way we should.
Is there god to help in times of need? My life is not live but survive. Am still living and wanna
forget my past, be happy with my present. While I was in the 18th years of my life in exile, I was to take
care of my old parents and come to USA at no choice. I expected some kind of freedom in my life in
here. But the meaning of USA come up to “You Start Again”, all my straggle in the exile became
worthless. Had I been in the country I would have finished my Mastered
return we crossed the border. As soon as we crossed the border we encountered robbers. We made some
ways to run off from them . We left our home moved towards the darkness, betting good bys to all of
belongings and relatives who were in the country either imprisoned or rapped to death. We had few of
our luggage with us and no food or cash to by food for the next day. After a day drive we reached to a river bank , which was like a desert ,full of sand ,sick
people ,very hot , bad testing water. We stated in a Mandhir plaza for two nights we were bitten by
mosquito severely and most of us got sick. No food to eat , Urine smelling water . My parents found a
cottage with plastic roof and stayed there. Few days later storm came and blew the plastic roof . We
were all wet in the bed of sent. House got flooded. My parents were helpless to us.
Days started passing counting dead bodies passing by the street. Few days later I went to school but
had no slippers or shoes. Had no dress to wear. My books were wet while in the school. My school
had no fence and no roof. Just send on the river bank. We used to be prepared to run away while there
was rain fall. But unfortunately there used to hardly dry place at home to take rest. “i had roof of sky
and the bed of sand”. If life is to enjoy, is this is not the way we should.
Is there god to help in times of need? My life is not live but survive. Am still living and wanna
forget my past, be happy with my present. While I was in the 18th years of my life in exile, I was to take
care of my old parents and come to USA at no choice. I expected some kind of freedom in my life in
here. But the meaning of USA come up to “You Start Again”, all my straggle in the exile became
worthless. Had I been in the country I would have finished my Mastered