Tag: tragic

I love my son (ខ្ញុំស្រឡាញ់កូនប្រុសខ្ញុំ)

ស្រឡាញ់ (sro-lanh) means ‘love’ in English. It doesn’t matter where you are from, or what language you speak, love represents the same meaning. However, people sometimes tend to misinterpret and take things to the extreme. Conditionally or unconditionally, LOVE should be the least thing that hurts.

On July 16, 2020, something tragic happened to a little 5-year-old girl. Lovely and innocent, a girl was cut from her left to her right cheek, which resulted in more than 100 stitches. If this hasn’t made you get on your feet yet, her right hand also got about 20 or more stitches. She has been in the hospital, crying without understanding what was happening to her. She was in pain and slept in fear. This isn’t about the physical scars she will carry, but the emotional scar that never she will definitely forget, ever.

This incident happened in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, the land of Angkor Wat, the land rich in culture and history. The land of LOVE.

The suspect was a woman who claimed that her little son, aged about 30 months, was injured by the 5-year-old girl two days prior to the tragic event. Her innocent son got 1 stitch on his forehead, which made her exasperated. Frustrated with what had happened, she said she couldn’t sleep and so she went to the market and bought a new knife. You can guess what happened next. She did it to the little 5-year-old girl in revenge. May god forbid! Didn’t she go to far?

Love and hatred go together in life. She loved her son so much that she hated anything that did evil to him. Isn’t that common sense? What would you do?

But wait! If I have to be completely honest, I condemn her for her cruel act. She almost killed a girl because she thought the girl deserve to payback what her son had gotten. For whatever reasons, she shouldn’t have done that. NO! She should never do that at all.

“I love my son.” doesn’t justify what she did to the girl. She is hated by her own race for what she did. She will be in court probably next Monday. Everyone is waiting for her judgement day, and so am I. No matter what she deserves at the end, the little girl will never have a normal life from now.

The love for her son and the hatred towards the girl make her HUMAN, and human is just animal without cognition.

Maybe it is not a good way to end

The ending is too close that we seem to take minor things for granted. We are four more days away from 2019. Yes, the bad year has almost come to an end. Everything is gonna be alright and things will get better. At least that is what we all wish for the upcoming year.

Maybe this event, something that happened today, is the reason behind my urge for writing and keeping notes once again. The event, the tragedy, the darkness and also the truth. The truth that everyone can’t accept. It came like a stroke; off guard it caught me.

The truth is I still can’t believe it now. I wish I was writing this draft in my sleep and I would be up tomorrow morning with amnesia, remember nothing that had happened today. We would move on and live our lives happily. BUT NO! I pinched myself a thousand times and it hurt. Why? Why have I not woken up yet? This dream is way too long. It is what God has planned for us? What is it exactly?

The time was standing still; nothing was moving. My phone was still stuck on my left ear and my left hand was stumbled by the news I had learned. The person at the end of the line repeated the news a hundred, if not thousand, times in just a split second in my reality. I was okay for the first few moments, but then my head started to feel the numbness, my heart started bouncing faster, and my eyes began to blur. I thought it wasn’t real that I didn’t feel anything at all. Have you been hurt too much so that you feel no pain? Yes, that was what it felt like.

The good memories stay. And they will be always there no matter what.

In the memory of one of OUR best friends, YBS.