យើងឃើញ…

ខ្ញុំសរសេរកំណាព្យនេះ គឺនិយាយពីហេតុបច្ច័យទៅមុន។ វាមិនមែននៅសុខៗ ខ្ញុំក៏សរសេរនោះទេ។ ថ្ងៃទី ១៨ ខែ ធ្នូ ឆ្នាំ ២០១៧ ខ្ញុំបានអានសៀវភៅមួយចំណងជើង « គ្រូធំ» ដែលនិយាយរៀបរាប់ពីសម្តីលោកបណ្ឌិត កែម ឡី ដែលគាត់យករឿងតម្លើងប្រាក់ខែមន្ត្រីរាជការ របស់រដ្ឋាភិបាលមកនិយាយ។
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កំណាព្យនេះ ក៏ចាប់ផ្តើមឡើង ដោយពាក្យថា « យើងឃើញ…» ខ្ញុំសុខចិត្តទាញយកពាក្យ « យើង» មកនិយាយ ដោយខ្ញុំជឿថា មិនមែនតែខ្ញុំម្នាក់ទេ ដែលឃើញរឿងខាងលើនេះ៕

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For the rest of life

Life’s brought me fear, worries, hatred and love so far. Some times, I had whispered to me for being born here, a poor developing country. Why do I have a life in where the rich keep richer and the poor keep poorer?

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By Amateur Foto.

I start with my questions and complaints as I see no water systems be contracted in every rural farm field. The complaint become louder while they say that the country’s economic is agriculture and factory industry. But I haven’t seen agriculture grow as they’ve said.

I’ve been to the city for continuing my study. I see people processed million $$ of car. But the roads are appearing thousands of cracks and holes. Do those highest class cars be driven on these roads condition? Why can’t they reconstruct the road first? I ride my old motorbike across them, roads, with those questions. And its condition reflected to the water system in my village’s farm. Why can’t they construct it in order to help provide water to people? Water that they need to save their crop planation if the sky offer no rain. Their crops or rice plantation will never face dry and in somehow, they can lift the country’s economic up. You may heard about fruits and vegetable, the chemical sprayed,  imported from the other countries with thousands of kilos gram every days which cost the nation expense over 10 thousand of dollars every day for it. Still, people feel worries and fear of losing health as well as income every single of time.

 

By: Amateur Foto

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Beside, you may also heard about a no wall school in the rural areas. Kids came to this wistful glass without proper study materials plus the lack of teacher resources. Who will bring a better education to them? Your high class car will reach there? Oh no, there is no better road, too. In the other hand, they go without uniform. They can never used library because there is no it. and they also have no proper breakfast, lunch and dinner. The right meals that they need to feed their brain for a better growth of it. Their dreamed education is almost looked like the dream of having no water system be contracted in their farm land. They keep seeing no hope day by day.

For the rest of life, you may have not enough of procession, if you think so. Your home erected with modern lights, chairs, tables, toilet seat, bedroom and kitchen. Your refrigerator may stores many organic vegetable and fruits in it. Your baby could have a full of energy breakfast, lunch and dinner. And I am sure that you still need more modern cars and dollars for them so that they can lavishly spent  while other of you with the same red blood having no slightly of it.

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 By Amateur Foto

But for the rest of your life after dead, you can’t bring those cars and dollars together with you. The bones that was burn will remain only a few pieces. The funeral might be greater or smaller depend on how poor and rich a family is. But the born left the same amount, Small and little. So how much procession will you need?  Or how much love would you like to maintain after the rest of your life?

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By: Amateur Foto

Reaching this last part, I will go to my conclusion. I am not really actually hate my birth country nor lost love to the nation but I go with fear and worries for humanity. The lack of it keep appearing in my land.  The land that they called Cambodia. And where they can’t burry themselves with their procession. And if so, why can’t they transform them to be something greater then remain the sight of humanity reconstructing?


 

24 August 2016

By Chheangly YENG.

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The force awaken

(Two cans and a glass of beer)

By Yeng Chheangly @2016

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Before Reading time. By Amateur Foto.

Saving cans for my Magic Library, it looks like a very good plan. We need a mountain of can then return them to cash. I totally get 10,000.00 Riel. It is around 2.5$ which I can buy a good children book. Ha ha ha, it is so good plan that I need to propose it to every kid in the entire village.

“Chanthou tells your mom to collect cans” “Yes teacher” she answered me.

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Chanthou and Sandan showing their drawing. By Amateur Foto

“How about you, Meng Chour? Can you tell your father” “I am afraid if he may not allow me to collect it for you, Teacher!” He replied. “Okay, Just try to collect it to our Can Box, if your family do not need it. Is it okay, honey?” “Yes teacher” They all happily replied.

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Meng Chou & Dara observing picture from the books. By Amateur Foto

We then started our reading time.

Kem Eang in her age of 7, she can’t read the book but she loves pointing at every lovely cartoon picture as well as 3D animation. She searches every book inside our Magic Library box.

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Kem Eang picked one book from Magic Library Box. By Amateur Foto.

Dara can’t even read or write a single of letter in his age of 10, but he was waiting for me since I was on the boat, in the Mekong River, in order to join us the reading and drawing time. He was searching for a kid’s story book which contain picture. He observes them with concentration. He often said “Cher, mean Teacher, I already finished this one” “Yes, take another, dear” I said.

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Dara and his friends waiting for Librarian of Magic Library. By Amateur Foto.

I then feel sad with the behavior of Nara. He picked a modern literary book called “ Nou Hach Literary Journal “then he learn to write English follow the story from that book. He right writes the letter follow the word. I have seen his good future if he can go to school.

He didn’t talk to me while I was shooting him. He was just observing and writing follow the each word.

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Nara is learning to write follow the word from Nou Hach Literary Journal book. By Amateur Foto

I am very drunk with the beer. I’ve never beg someone for buying me something. But now, under the feeling of being drunk, I talk to many friends around the Table. Yakoty, he is the owner of Papaya mixed shop, interested in what I told him. “Can you buy me a good children book? Look, I will take photo of your book and name it as Koty Buklahong. It is a sigh that your kindness help spread good knowledge from book to kid” He then answer me that he want to spit some from the whole price of his Buklahung as 100 Riel then it will be donated to Magic Library, “wow” I surprisingly said. We need every young business man sharing his generosity so that we can re-built our society starting from building a little kid future.

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Join us! By Amateur Foto

I went home with the feeling of mixed. I think about the cans of beer that Meng Chou’s father can’t donate, I feel sad for Kem Eang in her age of 7 that she can’t have a nice class as well as Dara which he love writing but he can only copy from the book. “I should ask everyone for help. Man, You should not feel ashamed to beg for books from your Khmer friends for kids” I said to me.

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Light! By Amateur Foto

These cans of beer woke me up. I am willing to contribute more. It’s not only about me but for my village kids and humanity.

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Let’s go to school. By Amateur Foto

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The Kampot Writer and Reader Festival where I have lost my heart for

Not too late, the bus took me crossed KEP town where I felt sad for the statue of a lady called SELA CHAM BDEY, which all Khmer simply known that she was waiting for her husband to come back. The bus stopped for awhile and I felt a bit sadder, once the majority of passenger left the bus for KEP as I was thinking that most of them would join the Kampot Writer and Reader Festival.

By YENG Chheangly

By YENG Chheangly

I safety arrived Kampot town around 11:30 am. It took me totally 3h and a half.  I was finding a  Ror Mork, Tuk Tuk in Thai language, toward  a quest house called SAMON village. On the way, I saw very few big and long mountain laying around just next to cannel, I confuse to call it River, which as long as my eyes could see. That view seems to rock my shoes. It was look like a real natural poem and song that my heart wanted to recite and sing. I was just trying to sooth my heart and to keep calm till I finished checking in. “I’ll come back to fine you here, mountain” I said to myself.

By YENG Chheangly

By YENG Chheangly

The opening ceremony of the Kampot Writer and Reader was taken place at Kampot Traditional Music School in the evening on 5th of November. I was really surprise hearing the voice of Kerstin the founder of KTMS. “I love Khmer Culture from the bottom of my heart” she said. Her words took my heart and then the poem was written that day at the night.

A lady by YENG Chheangly

A lady by YENG Chheangly

 then Mr An Chorn-Pon, a man survive from The Khmer Rouge. “Music saved my life” he said. “I was one among the other kids that they had given me a task to play and sing the revolutionary song for Khmer rouge” he added.  Two songs called Love for Battambong and Oh wind blow in my Kampot were sang by him,too. “Even if the words and rhythm in the song came out like beautiful and sweet but it seem to be hidden the bitter sweet behind” said by Christine Benn an Australian author and teacher. A while later, I first experienced with the great inspired artist and singer Pual Kelly with his song called Time and tide. “The rain can’t stop us” said by Julien Pualson an orgazine fo the KWRF. The rain kept falling all over Kampot town. The strong and soft voice of Paul Kelly was just flying and teasing the audiences. They may forgot the rain as I was already forgotten and be flown by his guitar played for the song.

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By YENG Chheangly

By YENG Chheangly

Next day, the 6th, where I also sit down on a chair at the KAMA enjoying the first session called “Death becomes me” the inspiration story from Chistine Benn through her life. I was asking myself whether I could find a Khmer lady in my generation like her or not? I’ve been asking myself till now.  “The nervous session of me will reach soon after” I said to me while I was riding back to Samon village passed the Kapot bridge. It’s just a moment; I had reached the session “Emerging young poet” at the Epic Art. I brief to every audience about the biography of Nou Hach literary journal. They turn their eyes on me while I was representing to them about the literary, poetry, movement and turn into modern writing just like what the Nou Hach literary association helps to push it. Strop light, the old book and the tree lagged pig were reciting and re-read. The heart of this session seems turn into one question as “what is the difference between writing a traditional Khmer poetry to a free verse one?”

By Cambodia Daily

At Epic Art By Cambodia Daily

Because the limitation of listening skill, I had ruin time almost a morning on 7th; to just riding my bicycle exploring somewhere far from town. I wanted to go closer to the mountain. The dog was parking me from the distance where I stopped my bike and shoot the mountain. But he ran away after I shoot him a photo.

Photo by YENG Chheangly

Photo by YENG Chheangly

Photo by YENG Chheangly

Photo by YENG Chheangly

I then enjoyed the afternoon session at the Epic Art again. It’s about “From page to stage” We met Sokun, an artist from Epic Art, and enjoyed his performance in a video song cover of Bruno Mar “Uptown Funk”  I also inspired by an abstract art drawn by Mr Hok, a deaf man with friendly and always smile.  By chance, I was having a good time at Couch Potato where I wrote and read my poetry. The owner of the bar greets me with a small glass of wine after I left the stage. Everyone claps hand and encourage me through the poem I read.

Today, this big white cloud Covers the mountain, let me clearly see it.

This evening those big gray clouds Spread their power over the entire sky.

That wind blows strongly Taking the raindrops within

The clear blue sky turns to be strongly dark The mountain disappears, too.

This morning, the big green mountain re-appeared

Those gray and dark clouds had gone

This white cloud wakes up

Laying on top of the mountain under the clear blue sky.

The last day, on the 8th  of November, I felt a bit more confident to come on stage if compared to previous day  as Miss Ngoun Sivgnim, a children author and copywriter, Bopha Horn, the author from the booked called Phnom Penh Noir and journalist, as well as Mr Hang Acharya, an artist and writer, came on the stage with me. Our panel “Being a Cambodian writer in 2015” at the Column initialed by miss Carly Beth Nugent and moderated by Christine Benn under the supported of Phnom Penh Writing Workshop went well. What is the barrier of Khmer writer in their writing career? There were a lot of question and answers around the topic because it has become a hot issue. And we all knew that Khmer writer face with two main points such as Internal and external barrier.  family condition, daily income, the encouragement and self – knowledge …etc were also included. however, the session was successfully finished.

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Photo by Kee Socheata

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we then went to another session “Women Literature” at Ellie Café where Mrs So Phina presented us about the first collection of short story in her book called “The Crush” with the simple question “why have I never seen women story in the modern literary after The Khmer rouge?”. Another song from the Messenger band, factory worker, with her words attacked my heart. “Women need no to study a lot. Just doing house work well is more than enough. because of this idea, I now become a factory worker, was hit by my husband very often and even had no much idea reflected back to what I was look down by him” said by one of a women from the Messenger band.  I then kept thinking about her simple word in that night after leaving the closing party.

By Socheata Kee

By miss Leo

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By YENG Chheangly

Let call it a great festival ever. Kapot fill with smoke of art. The mountain look green, the  clearl blue sky connected with cannel that is really long as  the bird is free to fly. I took a taxi back to Phnom Penh together with Carly Ellen and Acharya with the love in my heart for KWRF.

By Socheat Kee

By Socheat Kee

By Sivngim Ngoun

By Sivngim Ngoun

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អ្នកមើលខ្លួនឯងបន្តិចទៅ អ្នកដឹងទេ ហេតុអ្វីអ្នកនៅតែឯង???

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ហ៊ឹម! ខ្ញុំជានរណា? ហេតុអ្វីខ្ញុំត្រូវធ្លាក់ខ្លួនម្តងជាពីរដង? ហេតុអ្វីខ្ញុំត្រូវអង្គុយខ្លាចការសម្រេចចិត្តខ្លះៗ ? តើនរណាអាចជួយខ្ញុំបាននាពេលនេះ ? តើខ្ញុំជាមនុស្សហួងហែងឬ? តើខ្ញុំហួងហែងដើម្បីអ្វី? អ្វីខ្លះដែលខ្ញុំហួងហែង ? តើខ្ញុំពិតជាលោភលន់ចំពោះអ្វីដែលខ្ញុំគ្មានឬ ? តើខ្ញុំខំដើម្បីអ្វី? ហេតុអ្វីខ្ញុំត្រូវខ្លាច អ្វីដែលនឹងអាចកើតឡើង?

          ខ្ញុំមិនគួរនិយាយថា គេល្អជាងអ្នក ឬហេតុអ្វីខ្ញុំត្រូវជ្រើសអ្នកនោះទេ។ ខ្ញុំរឹតតែមិនគួរប្រៀបធៀបអ្នក ទៅនរណាម្នាក់ផ្សេងទៀតនោះដែរ។ ខ្ញុំគ្រាន់តែចង់ឲ្យអ្នកគិតថា អ្នកមិនមែនអ្នកដ៏ទៃ ហើយអ្នកជាអ្វីដែលមានតម្លៃសម្រាប់ខ្ញុំ មិនថាពេលខ្ញុំអប្សុក ឬពិបាកចិត្តនោះទេ។ ខ្ញុំមិនចង់គិត ឬរំពឹងអ្នកណាម្នាក់ឲ្យជួយលួងខ្ញុំជាងអ្នកទៀតផង។ បើការរំពឹងទុកនេះ វាជាការហួងហែង តើខ្ញុំគួរធ្វើបែបណា? ការទំនក់ទំនងជាដៃគូ ខ្ញុំប្រហែលមានតម្រូវការច្រើន ហើយក៏មិនចង់ឲ្យអ្នកគិតលើសពីខ្ញុំដែរ។ នេះហើយជាចំនុចអវិជ្ជមាន។ បើអ្នកបានដឹងហើយ តើអ្នកអាចជួយបំពេញត្រង់ចន្លោះនេះ បានទេ? ស្នេហា មិនត្រូវការការរំពឹងទុក ឬផលតបស្នង តែចិត្តយើងម្នាក់ៗយើងហាក់ដឹងពីអ្វីដែលយើងអាចផ្តល់ឲ្យគ្នា តើមែនដែរឬទេ?

          ហ៊ឹម! ខ្ញុំនឹងខំស្វែងយល់ពីខ្លួនខ្ញុំបន្ថែម ជាមួយអ្នក ។ អ្នកក៏អាចស្វែងយល់ជាមួយខ្ញុំផងដែរ បើយើងស្រលាញ់គ្នា។ យើងមិនមែនអ្នកដ៏ទៃឯណាហ្ន??

ដួងចន្ទ្រ សូមទោសដែលខ្ញុំត្រូវនិយាយឲ្យអ្នកស្តាប់ក្នុងពេលនេះ ដោយមិននិយាយទៅគេ។ ខ្ញុំមានចំណុចអវិជ្ជមានច្រើន តែខ្ញុំគ្មានចេតនាអ្វីក្រៅពីការស្រលាញ់ទេ តើអ្នកដឹងអត់ ? យើងកំពុងជិះទូកមួយ សូមជួយផ្តល់កំលាំងដល់គ្នា សូមអភ័យទោសឲ្យគ្នា សូមបន្ធូរបន្ថយ នឹងរក្សាគោលការណ៍មួយសម្រាប់គម្រោងអនាគតរបស់យើង…ធ្វើបានទេ?

ព្រះចន្ទ្រ តើអ្នកអាចបកស្រាយអត្ថន័យសំបុត្រនេះ ទៅកាន់គេជួសខ្ញុំបានដែរអត់?


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