(Based on the Burmese post from the FACE BOOK in August 2025.)
A destitute family of three in the hellhole called
war-ravaged Myanmar. Old mother made and sold Burmese snacks under the big
kokeko tree next to their tiny hut on the tiny piece of land they owned. The old
father formerly was a carpenter but had a severe stroke and paralysed and ended
up permanently in bed.
They have one young son who worked as a bricklayer and
being a good boy, he gave his daily wages to his old parents. Even though they
were poor they had a reasonable life together. Then one day the tragedy struck.
On his way back home from work that day the boy was
forcefully grabbed by the drafters from Mynamar Army and Myanmar Police, the
hellish brutes, universally hated by their own people of Myanmar. They put him
in jail and then went to his old parents and tried to haggle for his release.
Give us 10,000,000 Myanmar kyats (about US$ 2,500) if they want their son back, demanded they. Othewise he would be sent to a boot camp for two months and then be fighting the ethnic insurgents at the faraway front lines by the Chinese border.
