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 and 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. 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 ere.But the meaning of USA come up to mfou Start Again", all my straggle in the exile became worthless.
Had I been in the country I would have finished my Mastered Degree here I am struggling lust with my Associate. I might still struggle in this too but what about my old parents who are in the cage. They can never be happy here. How can I put my finger to stretch their mouth to make them smile.
If I could I would go back to infant to start my life again where parents would be youth to take care of me and enjoy their life.My mom always dream of my home country were she was born. They Rizal 3 have no one here to share their pain and suffering. Who can spear their time to say sorry for their sorrow. Ever never thing of living a refused life.
Batter shot to death than cutting peace by peace. Life is struggle but the life in exile is struggle for no thing to achieve. Let us understand have humanity in our heart and think that every minors also have heart that bits like yours does. We should love our life and respect other rights of living their life. Here we can find the meaning of life.
