Khmer Voice

The Answer  Read more... (615 words, estimated 2:28 mins reading time)

In a silent and quiet place with my eyes being closed and my ears being heard by sentimental and romantic songs and music, my heart nearly stopped working when I was trying to recall all my bitter and hurtful past. Some singers sang their songs to express their true feelings to persons they adored too much while others sang to show how hurtful their hearts were being suffered and how hard they were trying to carry on their unlucky and hopeless lives. Listening to all these singers, I could remember and imagine all sadness and unhappiness many of my best buddies have gone through due to failure in their first unforgettable loves.  Read more... (1336 words, estimated 5:21 mins reading time)

Death Love

(A drama)

To all the lovers

Die by the sword of an enemy there’s nothing of tragic.
But it’s sad to die by the blind arm,
the unexpected or the death penalty decided by the others.

Lu Xun, Variety  Read more... (5538 words, estimated 22:09 mins reading time)

Written by Ronnie Yimsut
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The loud speaker from the airport paging system flowed and echoed through
the hallway of Washington National. Last call for flight departure
reverberated into a jumble or word and tone that I could not understand.
The mass confusion of people rushing into different direction mixed in
with people who wearily walked around like zombies.

I momentary fell asleep on the seat still hold a tag with my native name,
“Ranachith,” along with my refugee case number “11-25-62″ written in
bold, black letters. It supposed to help identified my individualism to
who ever that supposed to pick me up and move me out again. In the past
few days of my first transcontinental trip, the refugee case number and
name were all I have for the people to take me from one place or one
plane to another. I was just another number amongst the thousands of
fellow travelers.  Read more... (9148 words, estimated 36:36 mins reading time)

~By Ni~

He is off fighting the war for our country, he is a true soldier.

He thinks of me in his mind, while holding his gun. He is a true soldier.

He knows me and believes in me from the bottom of his heart, he is a true soldier.

He is hundreds of miles away, as I lay in my bed and think of him. He is a true soldier.

He will be there for 8 months, and when he comes home into my arms….he will be MY soldier!

While protecting his friends and comrades, he has my love and my prayers.

Come home soon…we miss you…my one true soldier.

Letter 10
(From Chosen One to Mr. Lonely)

Dear Mr. lonely

I impress the idea of showing lives in this poor country. You should make some more good movies about our city. You should paint our country with the color of hope. We are not the death people. And we are not going to die. We are standing up and facing to any difficulty during this period of developing. There are thousand lives living in Phnom Penh. Some lives go in the way we expected. Some lives need to be survived. And some lives are waiting for the wind of change.

I have been an occupied woman for quite a long time and I realized that this kind of life is not what I used to expect to have. I felt rather lost and lonely. I’m left alone all days so it was not strange that you saw me out with friend. All days I couldn’t do anything. Loneliness reminded me of the time when I was a teacher. I miss the smiling of my students. Is there anything can help me to get back to that day again?  Read more... (375 words, estimated 1:30 mins reading time)

A beautiful superfluity of love
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Nobody’s gonna love you the way I loved you.
Once Upon a time in America

I write this paper just for my pleasure. It is not a love letter. I don’t even know what it is. It could be nothing at all. But at the same time it looks nice and sounds good to me. Maybe I am a little bite selfish.  Read more... (456 words, estimated 1:49 mins reading time)