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Re: حقّ لرودا أن تتربع فوق عرش المنبر (Re: ودقاسم)

    الأخ الأستاذ ودقاسم،

    تحيه، واتمنى ان ياتى يوما يتم فيه قبول امثالى كماهم. بكل تجاربهم وأحباطاتهم ، ومرارتهم ، وخيبة أملهم ، و غضبهم، و عزيمتهم وأصرارهم على عدم الهزيمه أو الاستسلام....

    فماعادت الأمور كما كانت عليه!
    او هكذا لمح الشيهيد يوسف كوه مكى...لعلهم يعرفون أن سنوات طويله من الجحيم قد عصفت بأهل السودان فى كثير من المناطق و بكل الأتجاهات ...بينما البعض لازال يريدنا كما كنا!!!

    فالأشياء لم تعد كما كانت عليه!

    فكل مايريده أمثالى : ان تنربع كلنا فى الوطن (سواسيه) كبنى آدميين (انداد) مكتملى الأرواح!

    أسمح الى أن أشارك بقصة ميردى سانغ ، وأتمنى ان يقرأها كل مهتم بامر السودان.:


    SPIRIT OF SURVIVAL
    by Mardi Seng
    posted on soc.culture.cambodia
    UY- Public Radio program about Angola. The report stated that the Angolan political factions adopted a widely used military strategy among "Third World" countries; the strategy is to starve the innocent Angolan people so that the opposition would surrender because of this act of animosity. The reporter estimated that about 1,000 people die every day from bullet-wounds, diseases, and hunger related causes. In the report, a blind five year old boy was crying; his blindness was caused by severe hunger. Compassion overwhelmed me; I wept.
    In my world of peace and affluence, I am removed from the horror of war, of hunger, and of disease. But I share the pain, the horror, the anguish of children and of innocent people who live in war-torn countries like Angola, Somalia, Rwanda, Bosnia, and Cambodia. In the first fourteen years of my life, I had seen, experienced, and tasted the horror of war which will stay with me for eternity. I would like to take this opportunity to share with you my story of war, hunger, suffering, and death but also of peace and hope and life .
    My name is Mardi Seng. I was born in Cambodia in 1965. My father, Im Kao, was a junior high school teacher even though he only finished the ninth grade. My mother, Chen Id Seng, was a tailor. They were the proud parents of four sons and a daughter. I am the oldest child.
    In late 1968, the war in Vietnam began to spill into Cambodia. Americans bombed the Cambodia-Vietnam border. The once not-well-known communist insurgent group, the Khmer Rouge, gained support and took control over many remote villages. Early 1970, Cambodia was pulled into the conflict; General Lon Nol succeeded in a coupe d'etat with the American support.
    My father was drafted by Lon Nol's army. He spent many months at the battle front; he came home about three to five weeks during a year. Sometimes my mother would take us to visit my father at the battle front. On the first visit, my sibblings and I were so excited about seeing the weapons--artillery, rocket launchers, bazookas, and M-16's. But that night, the excitement turned into terror and fear as the Khmer Rouge bombarded the camp with rockets and artillery. My mother comforted us in a misty earthy trench while my father left to command his company.
    Beginning in May 1974, my father, his company and three other companies were under siege by the Khmer Rouge for eleven months. During that period, they lived in trenches which spread over one square mile. They were bombarded day and night and could not walk on the level ground. One day in late March 1975, the Khmer Rouge army left the stranded Lon Nol's army to assist their comrades in capturing the capital city, Phnom Penh.
    Four days later my father was reunited with us in Phnom Penh. He was wounded. He could not see with his left eye. But thank God, my father was alive.
    April 17, 1975, two weeks after my family was reunited, the Khmer Rouge toppled the Lon Nol Regime. On that same bright, warm, glorious and victorious day, a new era not of peace and tranquility, nor of hope and prosperity but of suffering, torture, hunger, diseases, work camps, reeducation, and systematic killing began.
    April 17, 1975, the Khmer Rouge began evacuating and emptying people from all of the cities and towns in Cambodia. They told the people that the Americans would drop bombs in the city, so everyone had to leave. The streets were filled with a sea of faces. Traveling was slow; everyone walked; occasionally people had to step off the street to let a GMC army truck pass by. Sadness reflected on the adults' faces. Children were crying because of hunger and of exhaustion from the tropical heat. My father was weak because of his wound. My mother was carrying my five-month-old brother; my two other brothers and I assisted my grandparents and three aunts in carrying our belongings.
    In four hours we had traveled only about half a mile. My family was silent and anxious as we moved slowly. While deep in thought, a Khmer Rouge soldier crept up behind and jerked my father by the arm.
    "Are you a Lon Nol soldier?", the soldier threatened.
    The world stopped during that eternal three second pause, "no, I am a teacher" my father reluctantly replied.
    "What happened to your eye and this band-aid?" he asked.
    My mother trembled; "a rocket landed in my school and debris hit my eye" my father replied. As the soldier walked away, we sighed with relief. It was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon, we were hungry and tired. My grandfather suggested that we could take a short break in a small abandon house along the road. The house was a beautiful white house. A few of the windows were broken. Four or five families were resting in the yard and no one was inside. We walked into the living room; there was a family of five lying there--dead. They died from multiple gun shot wounds; blood covered their faces and bodies. We walked out and joined other people in the yard. People's reaction to this barbarous scene was not one of shock and horror but of casualness and coolness. I would and will never forget that living room.
    At 3 o'clock, we were only a block away from that house. My grandfather asked me to get some water for my siblings. As I pushed my way toward a house, I saw a boy who was not much older than I was. He was wearing a large green camouflage army shirt. The shirt was not large; it was just the boy was too small for the shirt. A Khmer Rouge soldier walked up to the boy, pulled him by the collar, put his pistol against the boy's head, and fired.
    April 20, 1975, many things had happened in the last few days besides sleeping in the streets and escaping death. It would require many hours to recount the horrors, the inhuman treatment, and the unjustifiable killings--not that any killing of human life is justifiable. The Khmer Rouge had propaganda requesting professors, previous government workers, educated men and women, and army officers to join the new regime to rebuild Cambodia into an utopian state. Having experienced enough suffering, many Cambodians responded to this noble calling. For the love of his country, my father joined thousands of other Cambodians on a calling that ended all sufferings--death. April 20, 1975, my father died so that my family might live.
    In November of 1975, after walking 90 miles, we arrived at my father's parents' farm in a small village. My grandparents and my mother's three sisters who left Phnom Penh with us lived in the next village, about two miles from where we lived.
    On the first day on the farm, my father's youngest sister (my siblings and I did not know any of my father's family; the last time I saw them was when I was four years old) took me and my two brothers to take care our family's water buffaloes. In the field many children came to greet the newcomers. I was impressed with their vocabulary. They were very nice and proper to each other; they addressed each other "comrade".
    One boy asked "Comrade, what is your name?"
    "My name is Mardi" I replied. I pointed to my two brothers and said, "these comrades' names are Sina and Lundi." They broke down and laughed; we joined them in the laughter but we did not know why. Later that day, my aunt told me that I should not address my siblings as "comrades". I was embarrassed.
    Four months had passed. My sibblings and I really enjoyed living on the farm. The sense of peace, tranquillity and contentment overwhelmed us. There was no war nor suffering, hunger nor material need. Life was basic and simple. But in life nothing is forever.
    In March 1976, the hot and dry season began. A dining hall was erected in every village. Onka (the Khmer Rouge government) wanted to provide for all of our needs. This way, people would not have to cook for themselves; equality also could be achieved. But this was also a method of control.
    Since we ate in the dining hall, many things started to change. People worked for longer hours. Young people (15 to 25) worked from 5 o'clock in the morning until midnight. We had less food to eat even though we just harvested a good crop. We could not walk from one village to another without a permit, not even to the next village. They started to mistreat the "new people" (the city people like us). There was worry and fear on the adults' faces.
    "Bang, bang, bang" the dinner bell resounded to break the silence of busy workers. Some men and women, with their right hands over their foreheads to block out the merciless bright sun and with squinting eyes, estimated the time of day. The sound of the bell always brought smiles on people's faces. The children filed on narrow paths from their homes and strolled innocently toward the dining hall. The adults--all dressed in black, some with straw hats and some with white/red or white/blue checker krawma (krawma is a native cloth with many uses)--marched toward the dinning hall. The sight was haunting and dramatic.

    (عدل بواسطة Roada on 18-09-2004, 05:32 AM)

                  
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