{"title":"Journalist Ma'am","description":"\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/my.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/%E1%80%82%E1%80%BB%E1%80%AC%E1%80%94%E1%80%9A%E1%80%BA%E1%80%80%E1%80%BB%E1%80%B1%E1%80%AC%E1%80%BA_%E1%80%99%E1%80%99%E1%80%9C%E1%80%B1%E1%80%B8\"\u003eThe author's autobiography\u003c\/a\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမေလး-သုံးစောင်တွဲကျမ်း","title":"Journal Kyaw Ma Mayle - Athamukha, Dhatu Vittathara, Dhatu Vibhaga Dipani, three volumes","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNamo-tassa Bhagavad Ghoda Arhat Ghoda\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTrue Buddhahood.\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRatanaya Panama.\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1. Three-fold divine beings, the most excellent son, the chairman of the sect, the one who gives the full praise, the one who is the best\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e2. Having believed in the Buddha, wearing a lotus flower, bowing his head, and placing a lotus flower, may he, with his mind focused on the path of enlightenment and the power of purity, be able to recite the ancient scriptures without hiding them, and if he thinks about them, he will be able to recite the sacred texts with difficulty, with his eyes wide open, with his mind wide open, with his intellect full of wisdom, with his mind clear and calm, and with his mind strong.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e3. O venerable one, the one who is skilled in the art of painting\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEighth photo.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEight hands, from the end of the body, the lotus flower is red, and the body is beautiful. Three-headed ruler, brave, always holding the sharp edge, sharp water waves, round arms, with a bright color. East, left-handed, eight-named planets, and then not broken, human life, one point, eight-cut, the rest of the dead, turning east, starting from the water, the beginning of the arrival, the first planet three, three-san dive, the elemental dive, the formation of the body, the second, the wind blows, the wind blows, the fourth, the origin of sorrow, the absorption of wealth, the four-in-one planets, if there is a hole in the tree, the region, the elemental, and the comparison, if you dive, you will emerge, the cat, the friend, two tons of food, the only thing to give, the medicine also one, the one to avoid, Uvai Sanku, Rebu Tow Thu, Yan Mu De So, U Nyo Kema, Suta Weri, Ma Te Ya, Dhamma Soka, Inva Raja, Karan Sith, Phway Thani, Purifying sins, Avoiding the field, With the remnants of food, Where to turn, In the house of the planets, If the four-fold number, Seeing the elements, From the Jagrau, Anga Wijja, The method is wide, Correctly comparing the city, The planets are cunning, Telling the story, Location. The lineage of the first month, Hidden robbery, Hidden corner, Not escaping, Like the eye and ear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe house is a hall.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJambudvi, the island of Aung Cha, the people of Nara, have memorized, ninety-six, the danger, easy, the fourth, the summary, the Venerable Tissama, what has been left, understand and memorize, the letters are hidden, the bank is covered, the beginning is blue, the bird is roaring, the wind is blowing, the ant, if you press it with a loud voice, it is true that it is peaceful, it does not return to peace, the sadhana, let it grow, the book roars, the words are true, the tiger is firm.. Sandumukha.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSunday House Hall Lanka.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf the Garuda flies, the horse will be strong, the moon will not be broken, the book will be published, the king of Nagapu, the wind will be broken, the path will be clear, he will be happy. If happiness does not come quickly, success will come, according to the friend, the ghost will be happy, the friend will be happy, the friend will be happy, the friend will be happy, the friend will be happy, the friend will be happy, the friend will be happy, the friend will be happy, the friend will be happy, the friend will be happy. The room of the Shantauk Garuda. . Surajjamukha.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFriday House Hall.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUttara Disa, the northern face, the bright yellow, the stone cave palace, is happy, the rain is strong, the sky is strong, the mountains are strong, the Garuda king, I have to trample him, show him the medicine, the beautiful friend, the stone palace, the name of Kesara, the lion's oil, another thalli, I have to give him, the pain is painful, the tooth is shy, the peace is good, the room is happy to remember the good.. Friday good.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRahu House Hall Khanlet\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the north, there is a great number of beings, powerful and beautiful, the king of the planets, the king of the dragons, the king of the gods\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThursday House Hakhanlet.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Pitsimasa, on the other hand, the king's rat is beautiful, the hiranya is beautiful, the stone is raised, what is the trouble? If it grows up, it will be a beautiful friend, a hunter, a lion flying, a friend who will be able to bear the smell, a friend who will be successful, a bird with a garnet, a medicine for the plague, a tiger king who will come out, anger will be destroyed, and hostility will be resolved, the golden book of the rat's room.. Gurumukha.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe first house is the hall.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sun, the moon, the corner, the dragon, the leader, the happy one, the place of the sitting room, the place of the comfort, the companion, avoid, if you eat\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWednesday's housewarming.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sacred instrument, the divine\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCome to the Ang House Hall.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eStanding in the front south, the planets are the most important, the earth is\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585224859797,"sku":"","price":6000.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_c7e39d53-397d-4ea6-80a8-8db0df659b25.jpg?v=1730220544"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-အဖြူ","title":"Journalist Mamalay - White","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As it slowly opened, with a faint sound, the figure of a young man, fearless, very dignified and steadfast, appeared standing tall at the door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe maidservant pulled it open until it was completely open, and then, with quick, agile steps, she left for another room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young man's body did not move forward a single step, standing tall in the doorway, but his eyes quickly moved to the paintings, photographs, and other objects in the house, and then they focused on a large photograph. He remembered that the carefully arranged and beautifully decorated objects in the room were very beautiful, but there was nothing in the entire room as beautiful as this large photograph.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt occurred to me that in this one room alone, there was no equal in the entire kingdom, no equal in the entire universe, and that the beauty of nature was truly overflowing and overflowing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have seen beautiful queens painted by famous Western artists. I have also seen the beautiful cars painted by famous artists from the country such as U Tun Kyaw, U Ba Tong, and U Ohn Lwin. However, compared to the large photo cars that I saw now and could not satisfy my eyes, those cars were beautiful. However, they could not satisfy the clear beauty of this photo car, but I saw that they were beautiful, just like the natural and delicate rose petals and paper roses. The more I saw them, the more I could not satisfy my eyes and the more I looked at them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs he stared at the photograph, something moving from below entered the light of his eyes, and as he looked down, he saw the photographer himself standing on the floor below the photograph, facing him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe was between 20 and 23 years old, and her beauty was in full bloom. Her eyes were bright and beautiful, and she showed a special, delicate, and charming aura. Her small lips were like a small flower, painted with coral and rose. Her whole body was a beautiful, compact, and graceful figure that would make a sculptor admire her. Her hair was dark, not unlike a bee's, and it seemed to support her beautiful, white nose that stood out against her smooth face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the young man's mind, he thought that the young woman was even more beautiful than she had ever seen, both in photographs and at other events.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The young man took two steps forward, and as he entered, the young woman bowed slightly, smiling and greeting him with her bright eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“You know that White ordered Ko Myat Soe to leave Mawlamyine, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I know, White, I know, Ko Myat Soe. Earlier, Ko Myat Soe had high hopes, but now that I see White, I know, Ko Myat Soe. But I only see the natural love of lovers, White, so I believe it. Now that I see White’s face, it’s not in vain that I came here.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“That’s right, Ko Myat Soe, Ko Myat Soe will know who you are seeing for when you come back. We live in a life where we can’t be close to each other, so we haven’t seen a way to get close yet, so I’m seeing you because I want to say that. Please leave this as a good idea. I want to apologize again for not seeing you again because of the bad work you are doing at White House.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Speak.. White, speak. White’s words, no matter how firm and firm they are, are spoken in a very pleasant and sweet voice, which is what makes Ko Myat Soe feel at ease. I think that the phrase “I haven’t seen a way to get closer” has many meanings, such as “If I can get closer, I can get closer.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Be careful, Ko Myat Soe, I have never confessed that I love you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I have never heard anyone say that I cannot love or hate Ko Myat Soe. Ko Myat Soe’s love is a love that can never be separated, no matter how far we are from each other. Since I saw Biy a year ago, the feelings I had for love have not disappeared. Even the clothes I wore at that time are still as clearly visible as they are now. Now that I see him again, it has burned Ko Myat Soe’s heart even more than before, and it has hurt so deeply that there is no way to heal it. It is cruel of White to throw away someone who has such a strong love without falling in love.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young woman stood silently, listening, her hands clasped together, her head bowed, as if she were thinking sadly about something.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I still remember that night when we met, white la.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't talk about these things, Ko Myat Soe,\" he said, his face turning red.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ah... White doesn’t want to hear it, but for Ko Myat Soe, this night is unforgettable, the happiest, most special, and most precious night. Ko Myat Soe will remember it too. When Ko Myat Soe and White were alone for a moment, holding White’s hand made Ko Myat Soe’s whole body tremble. I was as happy as if I had reached heaven and I wanted Ko Myat Soe to know how great the wealth I felt was. I saw it that night and if we meet again, I would even risk my life. This time, White didn’t return, but when love returned, Ko Myat Soe realized it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“That night, the time and place were very pleasant. And the political words that Ko Myat Soe spoke with love for his noble family were so clear, as if they were written on the palm of his hand. I trusted him, believed him, and admired him. At that moment, I couldn’t hear the last words of love and suddenly couldn’t remove the hand that I had pulled.”\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585226727573,"sku":"","price":2700.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_4a432570-ce2c-450f-94be-2a3043b8ba23.jpg?v=1730220569"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-သုခုမအနုပညာရှင်","title":"Journalist Mamalay - Fine Artist","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Standing under the fluorescent lights, I looked across the platform at the train I was supposed to take.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The train heading to Pyay is fully loaded with passengers, waiting for its departure time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI crossed the platform and descended the stairs, then hurriedly walked to the side of the train where the first-class carriages were attached. I had to read the name cards attached to the first-class carriages to find the carriage where my name would be placed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI had a writing assignment while traveling. I remembered that it would be better if there were no passengers in the carriage I was riding in. Since I had to travel all day, I found it difficult to sit down and write all day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Before I could look at the name tags attached to one of the carriages, I looked inside. The passengers were sitting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI hesitantly pulled out my name card, wondering if it was the car I was supposed to ride in. “Kyee Kyee Htay” “Mamalay.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When I saw the name Kyi Kyi Htay above my name, I immediately assumed it was the movie actress Kyi Kyi Htay, and since the traveler who would be accompanying me all day was an artist, I thought it would be an interesting trip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAn old lady in her sixties and a dark-skinned man smoking a cigar seemed to be staring at me, observing me. The young woman and Kyi Kyi Htay seemed to have fallen asleep, lying on their bunks before the train left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Kyi Kyi Htay looked over and took up his position by spreading out the chairs on the other side as a bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe train pulled out of the station as the sky began to turn white. As I sat there, enjoying the cool, fresh air and the clear, beautiful morning, I turned to look at the movement on the other side.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I feel sick to my stomach,\" he moaned, and his eyes met Kyi Kyi Htay, who was climbing the stairs to sleep on the top bunk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe round, clear face, the bright eyes, the smile, the sweet face, the sweet smile, the sweet smile, I could see the same expressions I had seen many times in movies and plays.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He began to focus on his talent, which allowed him to carry his plot with natural ease, starting with the theater.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe could not think of him as a budding scholar, but rather as an experienced scholar. He had always imagined that one day he would be seen famously on film in the play \"Lin Lu Lu Raung Ni\" in which he participated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhenever I go to see movies and plays, I tend to focus more on the personalities of the actors than the plot, so when I go to see a movie or play, it's like just watching the characters' expressions.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome actors and actresses in movies and dramas pay too much attention to details that slip away from the plot and scene, and are caught and caught in the act. Kyi Kyi Htay's lacunae are rarely seen, so it has been criticized that his ability to perform both physically and mentally, and his ability to blend together as one, are due to his mature artistic foundation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRemembering my criticism, his desire to know the basics of his knowledge became stronger as he sat there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the other side, he stared at the sleeping figure of the old lady, thinking that she looked like his mother. The old lady's face was a sharp, determined face that would never look back if it happened. Her skin was soft and smooth. She was sleeping with a rosary in her red palm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was lying on his back, sounding like a man driving a car, and he was also gentle, not harsh. He was lying on his back, smoking a big cigar, and sleeping with his hands folded on his chest, not like Kyi Kyi Htay's husband, but like a father who was always watching over his daughter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom above, I could see and hear the man sleeping on his side on the bed, his beautiful voice and graceful form flying, twisting, and moving merrily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old lady woke up and sat up. She stared at the fields outside the carriage, playing the past on the strings of her lute.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Back then... the places where my mother lived. My mother worked in Moe Ai village, Letpan Township, Pyay District, so Kyi Kyi Htay was still a young child. The older daughters were in his sister-in-law’s drama. The main actress, Daw Sein Yoon, was my mother’s daughter, a good singer, a good dancer…”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile I was painting every detail of everything I heard, felt, and sensed from the sound of the old lady's lute, Kyi Kyi Htay came down the stairs and changed his face. As I desired, he entered my life from his place, and I absorbed as much as I could his facial expressions, voice, and body language that were etched into my mirror.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm just starting out as a five-year-old, big sister...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe train was speeding along. My brain was spinning like a train wheel that had been spinning for countless times. The family gathered around me seemed to be in separate places in my eyes, but they disappeared, and I couldn't see them, but I could see them. 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How is Khin Khin Su doing?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was revealed by those nearby that the person standing outside with his back to the light and welcoming him was Khin Khin Su.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I asked before going up the stairs. \"It's over... just now.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was so surprised that I was left like a dead chicken, lying on the steps like a giant stone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They searched everywhere for Ma Ma, even in the city. The child just passed away.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Huh,\" I said, my head drooping.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Tonight, when I got home from watching a movie in the city, I saw Khin Khin Su's letter on the table saying, \"Kyi Kyi Khin is drunk... I didn't come.\" I shouted, \"Hey!\" and ran out in a hurry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was worried about my older brother, but I didn't think he would die suddenly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHearing about the sudden death felt like it had gripped me so tightly that I couldn't move.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“It’s a good evening, Ma. I took a shower and went to buy some food for breakfast. I said I was drunk after school and sat down. So they carried me back to school. Ma looked for me and when they couldn’t find me, they called a doctor. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t say a word or remember anything.” | \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKhin Khin Su came to Ma Mya Sein while she was talking.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey are already on time for school before they grow up and die.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I had to lift my head, which was almost as big as a slap, knowing that I was going to die before I grew up, and I had to look into the hall with tears streaming down my face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's clear in the sky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is an alms-giving school, and in the main hall, the tables and bowls where monks eat alms are lined up against the walls.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Two monks stood at the entrance to the west wing of the almshouse hall, peering in. The light in the hall was weak and dim, not bright enough to keep the light on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the middle of the hall, a group of guests were sitting, asking for news from nearby.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I couldn't see who they were, so I had to walk heavily behind Khin Khin Su and Ma Mya Sein.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They came to the small room behind the monastery, where the two U Pan Sins, who were standing at the entrance, made way for them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the kitchen room, where the dining room, cupboards, and pots and pans were located next to the stove, I suddenly saw Kyi Khin's body.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My eyes turned blue and I felt sick inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is nothing more heartbreaking than finding the body of a great man in the kitchen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLater, I didn't know in advance that Kyi Kyin would die in the kitchen, but the past, when I had told Kyi Kyin, \"This is not Kyi Kyin's place,\" made me feel unbearable pain inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A woman, about 60 years old, was sitting next to the body of the elder.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt the foot of the body, an old man stood with his back to the cat house, his hands clasped, looking at the body.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Pyin Sin and Daw Pyone, the assistant to the treasurer of the Kanbe, were also nearby.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585232232597,"sku":"","price":3600.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_df0cff9b-e437-4f27-a2ab-8c987b3fa433.jpg?v=1730220595"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-ရဲဘော်ဖခင်မှတ်တမ်း","title":"Journalist Mamalay - Comrade Father's Memoir","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e( 1 )\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis was a time when there were many signs that Burma would soon gain independence with the help of Japan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was filled with joy like I had never felt before in my life. I had always thought that freedom, like the gold, silver, and gold of the alchemists, would eventually turn to ashes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, I am so happy because of the sounds of freedom that are ringing in my ears.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy situation is that my belongings are still damaged by the war. My eyesight is getting worse day by day. I am also suffering from dysentery and mental illness. My situation is completely hopeless in every way. However, I have a son to rely on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is 16 years old. I rely on him very much. No matter how bad my situation gets, he still has a son who can help me in some way, and he is happy even though he is poor on all sides without thinking about the future. Soon, he secretly joined the army without informing me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was very shocked. I was shocked because I knew what was going to happen to me in the future. He was just a child. He was still very young and he was very eager to join the army, so I tried to stop him. I couldn't stop him. He joined the army without telling me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't forbid him. I just forbid him. I don't forbid him. I have two purposes in not forbidding him. His progress and my own, as a patriotic person, hope for a long-lasting independence for Burma.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy relatives and friends learned that he had joined the army. Some of them, knowing my poor life, blamed me. Some did not blame me. Some were jealous of my son and sent their own sons to the army because they had connections. Others, not caring about the young people's active spirit or because they had no patriotism, began to criticize and criticize me in various ways.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis group of people disagreed with me and started to speak out against me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe joined the army and my situation is getting worse day by day. I am also suffering from the effects of the war day by day. The disease is tormenting me day by day. My eyesight is getting weaker and weaker. The cost of medicine and food is increasing manifold. I have to spend excessively on what I cannot find like others, and I have nothing valuable left to rely on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy house has been robbed three times. I have also been robbed five times. All my belongings, including my blanket, mosquito net, clothes, and all my valuables, are gone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven though troubles surround me, I am not discouraged. I am determined to see the good in everything that happens. My son comes home from school every Sunday. I am delighted to hear his stories of military skill and his life, which he tells me with great joy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was Sunday. I had been waiting for him all morning, starting early in the morning. He arrived around 11 o'clock.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis sisters had nothing to eat when he came, but they cooked everything for him to eat. He sat down and ate everything they had cooked. I felt sad when I saw him eating so happily. The best food his sisters had prepared for him was boiled beans and fish paste.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Every day at the military school, he eats a variety of pork, chicken, fish, and other dishes, all with a lot of fat. He doesn't want to eat fish paste and boiled beans to please his family, so he pretends to eat them.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I felt sad thinking about this, wondering if I wouldn't be able to feed him properly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Son... if there's a special matter, can I write to you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After eating, they gathered around and talked as usual.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yes, father’s... Maung Khin Maung, number 12, Primary Military Training School, fifth week, if you write “Myanmar Army”, you will arrive.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They say the Japanese beat you up a lot, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll hit you, Dad.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe smiled back and said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If you do this, you're insulting me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He saw my face darken and replied without a smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's wrong with insulting me, Father... They're teachers, we're students, how can a teacher insult a student? He teaches hard with the intention of wanting us to learn martial arts. We're just being beaten up because we can't keep up.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I frowned and replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm not going to punish you... I can punish you with my mouth. I can punish you with a stick. Isn't slapping you like this the same as insulting you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He knew I didn't like being slapped, so he replied with a few slaps.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"This is it, father... No matter what they do, our goal is to gain knowledge. Now, instead of just being slapped, we'll be kicked with our heels and knees. Military knowledge is the most important thing, father.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm grateful for the good food and military training... but how would my father feel if I slapped him?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Food?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He changed his expression from his original expression to something neither sweet nor sour, so that I couldn't tell whether he wanted to tell me or was happy.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585237213333,"sku":"","price":1800.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_a7941c39-ff53-41ee-859c-83f61eb0c7c8.jpg?v=1730220606"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-ရှုမငြီး","title":"Journalist Ma Malay - Shu Ma Nyi","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCool\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf you just nod your head to what your father says, you will easily get a good house, a good fortune, and a good figure. It is not right to be patient all the way, but since I was young, I have been taught that hard work and effort are the best ways to enjoy life. Now, I have refused to accept the woman my father would give me, and even in this age of endless change, I have been traveling in the hot sun, suffering from the heat, suffering from the heat. The sun is getting hotter every hour. Every time my cart is burning, I beat the ox with a single blow. My disciple, Basu, who is with me, is doing the same thing, like a pack of sacks.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs a government official, U Kyaw Myint, I would have to stay at the house of my father, who was a great man, and I would definitely have to see my daughter. As Rukkha Soe Gyi Tun Maung pointed out, she would be beautiful, intelligent, and of high rank, and she would be better than any other woman. However, among the many qualities of being very proud, it was the last quality, which particularly motivated me to exert myself like this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter taking two months of leave, I traveled from my hometown, Yangon, to Okpo by car. The car broke down several times on the way, and I had to avoid flying at times, so the journey was not as long as it should have been, and it took me three days to reach Okpo. Since the car broke down in Okpo, I rented a cart and traveled hard to the secluded village where the young woman lived.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was exhausting to get off the cart, get on it, and hide in the hot sun because of the machine gun fire from the sky. I had never felt so tired before, and sometimes I smiled to myself as I ran and hid.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe evening sun was already scorching hot. My student could not bear it any longer and finally uttered, \"Is it still far, teacher?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't know, the cart driver said he couldn't sleep at night,\" I said, \"I'm so creative, teacher.\" He groaned in unison, and I felt like laughing when I looked at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What are you planning?\" \"It's not a good sign, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What a bad omen. It seems you're not a man. So you're still my disciple.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No, sir, because my hometown is obscure, my name is a nickname..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Try it, if you take a name, it's a girl's name. Now... pick it up, bro.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's just because it's cold, sir. If it's hot,\" he said without further ado, but took off his hat and put it on his forehead. I laughed out loud when I saw his expression. As he did so, he complained again, \"I'm so hot, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What should I do if I have a fever?\" \"I need to drink water, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was still proud of my ability to find water even when it was running out, so I said, \"Let's fight, Gu.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe wheels of the cart were making a clacking sound in the hot sun. The sound of it kept me going all the way. I was so thirsty that I had asked the old man to stop for a drink of water if I saw a tent. I saw a small tent just off the road. I asked the cart to stop and asked the old man to drink water from there. When I saw the old man coming out with a sad face and a sad expression on his face, I frowned, wondering what would happen next.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTeacher... I don't know if I'll die. He kept calling me, \"Come...come,\" and I got angry and said, \"Why did you come back to drink water? You're...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Man...my man, life is going to change. No one is seriously injured. I'm alone.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“You fool, you’re not coming quickly,” the driver scolded, but I had already jumped off the cart. After telling the cart driver to wait for a moment, I followed the chief to the hut. The hut was very small and old and rickety. It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. It was very shabby and worn out. When we reached the entrance to the hut, the chief did not go in first, but made way for me, so I stepped forward and saw a man lying in a corner of the hut, covered in blood. When I saw him, I immediately staggered back, then stepped forward again and slowly walked towards him. He was about the same age and height as me. He was also the same height as me. His body was the same as mine. Only his skin was paler than mine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I got close, he opened his eyes and stared at me with wide eyes. I knelt down beside him and made a gesture of helping him, but he closed his eyes again and moaned softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's wrong, friend? What do you want to do? Where are you?\" I asked. He opened his eyes after a while, but didn't answer, just staring at the arrow stuck in my chest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Tell me what help you need from me, friend. I will help you. I am not an enemy. Treat me like a friend, friend.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe stared at me for a moment, then pointed at the arrow he had stuck in my chest and moved his mouth as if to say something. I quickly removed the \"arrow\" and said, \"Arrow, friend arrow,\" and put it in my hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe also took the arrow close, as if understanding my rank, and looked at it closely, and then, as if feeling sad, he said to me, \"Are you a government official?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I suddenly understood his meaning and said, \"Don't be angry, friend. I'm not trying to hurt you. I'll help you if I can. Just tell me what you need.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I am a mortal. If you were to be my last friend in my entire life...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's okay, friend. I'm not your enemy. You can believe anything. Tell me what you want to say. I'll bring it to you. I promise.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven after saying this, his face did not look happy, but he frowned and closed his eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was so worried that I was hurt, hurt, or dead that I couldn't even hold my feet or my hands. I lifted my head and said, \"Hey... try it, Basaw.\" When I turned to Basaw, I saw Basaw standing motionless like a giant stone. I felt like getting up and kicking him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I need to spray some water. I don't know if it's dry. I need water, sir..water..\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Dog, I've never heard of there being no water. Water...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Teacher, your eyes are wide open.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI used to laugh at his behavior, which always made me angry and wanted to laugh, but now I stopped laughing and just looked down at him and asked him, \"Are you sick, my friend? Are you sick? How are you?\" with a worried expression.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He shook his head gently and looked at me sadly with pleading eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Friend...where are you from, where are you from, what happened to you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe sighed and said sadly, “Can I trust you?” It was as if he couldn’t help but say, “I’m the one who made the last promise to you, my friend. 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I hate it so much. Look at it. The people under that big tree, who didn’t expect it to rain, were just as worried as Tin, and they didn’t bring umbrellas. The vendors there were also in trouble. The people who threw their stalls here and there were left with nothing. The rain…the rain was so bad.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt first, he spoke to me, and then at the end, he spoke in small, even words, as if he were talking to himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then, as I remembered later... \"Hmm... Ko Wai is also a slob. In that case, Ko Wai should take back the raincoat. It's a little easier because the big tree branch is hiding on the side. Ro...ro\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I was so excited because I was about to take it off. \"Oh... don't worry. I don't want you to get wet. I just wanted you to stay dry. I'm wearing it on purpose. Wear it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I had to stop him,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, I was afraid that he would force me to give up without being able to stop him, so I cut off his words and...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I hate the rain so much. The rain...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Oh... Ko Wai, no matter how much Moe's lawyer tries to get involved, everyone hates Moe. There... people are just being mean. Do you still have to thank Moe for that?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Because he interrupted before I could finish my sentence...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“This is how it is, Atint. Ko Wai is not an advocate for anyone. What will happen if we only talk about this group of people?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... 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The living room is divided into two areas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne part is used as a living room, while the other part is used as a dining room with a long table and chairs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A Japanese sign was hung on the wall opposite the dining table, barely visible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The meaning of the caption is \"Good friends never change like water.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA beautiful vase of flowers was placed on the dining table. The vase was a double layer of light blue, and the stem and flower branches planted in the vase were a single light yellow color, slender and brutally beautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBehind the table, against the wall, was a long cabinet with dishes in it. 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Before the sound of the brass drums stopped, the sound of chanting a mantra came out of the temple in a clear and pleasant voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter paying homage to the Buddha, the young woman came out of the pagoda chanting the mantra and went to the balcony. On the balcony, she leaned her hands on the brick railing and looked up at the sky, reciting the Surasati mantra in a low voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe moonlight was shining directly on his face, and he was reciting the mantra nine times, breathing in the beautiful, cool moonlight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn this quiet night, in the moonlight, he felt the sound of his own chanting as if it were coming from somewhere, softly and softly, and he felt more joyful than before. 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She could see the life of the prisoners in the prison.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe felt the cool bliss of the moonlight, free from sorrow and peaceful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Comparing them to the prisoners, who must be suffering and suffering in the moonlight, immediately changed their focus and became restless.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There may be people in prison who deserve to be executed on the gallows, and people who will spend years in prison. There may be people who are separated from their parents, separated from their children, separated from their wives,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh ... trouble • • • trouble.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The mind that had been clear and calm earlier was now confused. The monk in the sky was no longer there. The large brick wall and the gallows, lined with small bricks, were transferred to the buildings not far from the prison, so that they could disappear from sight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe view from the balcony of the three-story building, facing the main road, was of a large hospital building, built in a closed-off area. The hospital was quiet and peaceful under the moonlight. I thought again of the patients who must be lying on the iron beds in the hospital, suffering.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile the girl was enjoying the moonlight, she tried to banish the negative thoughts from entering. 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I kept my voice soft and gentle, and I listened attentively, listening to every sound of the Dhamma that I heard, listening attentively.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mind became clear and bright again. The moon came out of the sky, nothing more than a star. I felt the bright, unobstructed light of color again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the large pond behind the monastery, where the entire city drinks, lotus flowers lie dozing in the moonlight, bent over the water.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe looked down at the light bulb on the lamppost in the corner of the house. The dim light was flickering in the moonlight, as if he had been using a flashlight in broad daylight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After looking at the world, which was lit up by the moonlight from the roof, he entered the house.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585245962389,"sku":"","price":4000.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_9122f59b-9914-4e33-ba43-f04715ebd7f8.jpg?v=1730220737"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-မာလာရီ","title":"Journalist - Malari","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOrder\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 1954, the month of Tapot-doe...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Standing under the flashlight, I looked across the platform at the train I was supposed to be on. The train to Pyay was packed with passengers, waiting for its departure.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI crossed the platform and got off the stairs. I walked slowly to the side of the train where the first cars were attached. I had to read the name cards attached to the first-class cars, looking for the ones with my name on them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile traveling, I had a job to write on the road. I remembered that I would be able to write if there were no passengers in the train I was traveling in. Since I had to travel all day, I found it difficult to write a short story.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBefore I could look at the name card attached to the first-class carriage, I looked inside. The passengers were already arriving. Could it be these carriages? I read the name card with a slight hesitation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Kyy Kyy Htay\" \"Journalist Ma Malay\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I saw the name Kyi Kyi Htay, I immediately thought of the movie actress Kyi Kyi Htay. The journey I was going to take with me was an interesting one, as an artist.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e An old lady in her 60s and a dark-skinned man smoking a cigar, both of them seemed to be staring at me, observing me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA young woman and Kyi Kyi Htay were sleeping, the seats were spread out like bunks and they were lying down before the train left. I got on the train and looked at Kyi Kyi Htay who was sleeping. He spread out the seats on the other side like bunks and took a seat for me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe train pulled out of the station as the sky began to turn white. In the still, silent morning, the cool breeze and the refreshing breeze made me feel refreshed and breathless, but I turned to look at the movement on the other side.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"My stomach hurts...\" Kyi Kyi Htay muttered as he climbed the ladder to lie down on the top bunk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI turned around and our eyes met. His eyes were unusually bright and clear in his round face. In those bright and clear eyes, I saw a smile and a sweet, laughing eye. The smiling eyes and facial expression that I had seen many times in movies and theaters were stuck in my eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery movie I've seen, his role, his artistic ability to masterfully carry his plot, is so captivating that I want to study it closely.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking at him from the movies and plays, it is already predicted that he will become a seasoned artist due to his talent, which makes it impossible to think of him as a child.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyi Kyi Htay was introduced in the play “Lin Lu Lu Raung Ni”. Whenever I go to see movies and plays, I always pay attention to the plot. I have a habit of paying close attention to the inherent qualities of scholars. I watch everything that appears, is shown, and everything that I see, and I also criticize it at the same time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome movie and theater actresses' expressions and expressions are so in tune with the plot and the setting that they even catch the attention of the unwitting children who tend to drift away from the plot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyi Kyi Htay's free and open lines are rare to see, so the ability to perform both physically and mentally, and the kind of body language that is so consistent, are not the work of a novice artist, but rather someone with a mature artistic foundation. I have criticized this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as I saw Kyi Kyi Htay, I remembered my criticism. As I sat there, my desire to know about Kyi Kyi Htay’s life and the foundation of his knowledge grew stronger. | \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking at the sleeping old lady, Kyi Kyi Htay thought, “Oh my God.” The old lady’s face was one that would only move forward if it happened, never looking back, and had a sharp look. Her skin was white and soft. She was sleeping with a rosary in her red palm.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe man, who was sleeping on his back, had a dark complexion, but he seemed to be rough and tough, but he was not soft and gentle, and he had a kind of mysterious and difficult-to-understand character. “Kyee Kyee Htay’s husbands……” If he was a husband, he wouldn’t think of it as a husband. Were they the protagonists of the drama who were keeping the princess under their control?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old lady woke up and sat up. She was staring at the fields outside the train when she spoke to me face to face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“These are the places where my mother lived. My mother worked in Moe Ai village, Pyay District, Letpandan Township. Kyi Kyi Htay was still young. The older daughters were in his sister’s drama. The main actress, Daw Sein Yoon, is my mother’s sister, a disciple of Saya Aung Bala, and is very famous for her singing and dancing skills.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old lady's voice was very gentle, matching her gentle demeanor. As soon as I started hearing my questions from the old lady, I listened intently.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At that moment, Kyi Kyi Htay climbed back down the stairs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Mama... Journal Kyaw Mamalay...” Kyi Kyi Htay continued, smiling sweetly. “Of course... Journal Kyaw Mamalay is Mamalay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I saw the note on the train and was happy to be traveling with my mother.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A soft laugh broke out in his soft voice, and he replied with a sweet face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I was so happy to be paired with Kyi Kyi Htay. I first met her in a play.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"In the next movie.... I criticized you for being so interested in me when I first met you.\" \"How did you criticize me, Ma... Let me know...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His face, waiting for my answer, was filled with enthusiasm and his eyes were shining with a smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"When I first met my sister in the theater, I didn't think she was a newbie, but rather a girl who had some artistic background, was she an experienced actress, and was she a son?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Kyi Kyi Htay laughed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's not wrong to criticize.... The basics of art started when I was five years old.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, I think so too... I'm not wrong to think otherwise. I started when I was five years old, so I'm curious to know how I got started and how I got into art.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The train was moving at a rapid pace. Just as the wheels of the train were spinning for countless hours, my attention was also spinning without stopping.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe family that was near me seemed to be in a different place, each one in a different way, the missing person also disappeared, and objects, shapes, and appearances that were not near me changed in various ways, and from those various shapes, sounds and sounds also came out in various ways.......\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyi Kyi Htay recounts how she has been involved in three areas of acting since she was five years old: drama, theater, and film.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When talking about a play, the story that was performed, the plot, the songs that were sung in that play, the words that were said, and the words that were played while the actors were singing along...\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585247109269,"sku":"","price":7000.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_90cc006a-ccfd-400e-9ef8-e65a57fe26fd.jpg?v=1730220750"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-ပုဂ္ဂလပညတ်သုံးစောင်တွဲ","title":"Journal Kyaw Ma Malay - Personal Law (three volumes)","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen first published\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA message from the journalist's mother\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I was studying Burmese chemistry, I heard that a chemistry textbook related to the chemistry I was studying was written and compiled by a master chemist, Saya Thant. The name of the textbook is Puggala Kyaing Kyin Kyin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was so eager to read the private law chemistry book that I spent my time searching for the hidden book. The chemistry I studied was only a fragment, a short paragraph, an excerpt from that private law book, and I had to study it by heart, relying on that copy, and I had never seen the book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(b)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My daily aspiration is to read the personal law book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter five or six years of studying chemistry, Ko Kyi Mon kindly sent me the original textbook of chemistry, the Personal Law of Chemistry, and my long-awaited wish was fulfilled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I wrote in my article \"My Two Crossroads\" in Shumawa Magazine, I did not want to make a living from chemistry, so I decided to give it up and do good deeds. Before I could think about it, I met with Saya Hlaing, an 85-year-old master of chemistry, who explained and taught me how to read and understand this book of personal laws and the personal laws.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe person who originally wrote and compiled the original personal law code was Saya Thant, a great monk from Mandalay, Petaw Kone, Pazundaung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Saya Thant, the great teacher of the Sun, Moon, and the great teachers of the Kyrgyz sect, Saya Saung, and Saya Phyo, the father of the famous writer Pi Moe Ning, were helping him, according to his father, Saya Hlaing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe book of personal laws and principles of chemistry is a book that is full of meanings and theories, and it is difficult to grasp the path of knowledge with a simple mind, whether it is with the laws of the universe, mathematics, or the laws of the sun. In order not to be in danger of following in the footsteps of the ancient scholars, there are also chapters that can only be revealed by imagination. | \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRather than sitting and reading the book by yourself, it is easier for the listener to understand and understand the book by having someone who has read and understood it thoroughly explain it orally.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTo facilitate the discussion, discussion, and understanding of the book's information, my father, Saya Hlaing, took the time to give me a clear lecture and teaching in the secluded Kamaryut Hledan estate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the first book of personal laws that I read through Ko Kyi Mon, a senior teacher wrote a note at the end of the book that it was a book that was not respected by the wise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When I told this to the teacher, Ika, he laughed until he shed tears and said, \"This science is not complicated, isn't it difficult to write in a coherent way?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is a belief that Burmese medicine is a secret. In fact, it is a secret. The reason why the holy scholars kept it a secret was not because of narrow selfishness or to prevent everyone from learning it or benefiting from it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf one is able to understand this knowledge, one can understand the good and bad, the enemy and the friend. If one is able to understand the knowledge of\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNot everyone who is knowledgeable will be able to achieve this. Only those who are virtuous, honest, and truthful, and who do not seek profit from this knowledge and do not seek to become rich through it, will this knowledge be established, will not be destroyed, will be able to achieve it, and will be brilliant.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't know if the Lankan poems in the book were printed incorrectly when the book was first printed. In some places, the poem's composition was wrong, but it was printed according to the book's original. There were also mistakes made by the printer who was not very clean.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe book of personal law is extremely rare, and it was only authorized by the great author of the book, I, for the benefit of the public.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile I was studying the book of personal laws from my father, I developed a desire to write the introduction to this book and publish a book, primarily for the benefit of the public health.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I asked my father for permission to write a book on the personal law or a commentary, he said that if he wanted to write a book on the personal law, he would first publish and print the three volumes of the personal law, the personal law, the chemical law, and the chemical law, which are the foundation of this knowledge, and then write a book called the personal law, the three volumes of the personal law. This is why he ordered me to print the three volumes of the personal law according to the advice of the great Ikalawan master, Saya Hlaing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis book is priced at (10 kyats) as per the order of the teacher. He said that the book is not for sale, but for the value of knowledge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe newly published three-volume set of personal laws that reveal Burmese chemistry is a book that is very much in demand by the audience who are addicted to solar and lunar chemistry and medicine. It is hoped that those who believe in chemistry will read it and study it diligently, and that they will gain more benefits as they study and study it.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46533878448277,"sku":null,"price":2700.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1487e74c-b612-48de-8a81-38857a0c5c56.jpg?v=1759730536"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-ပြည်သူ့ဆုတောင်းနှင့်အခြားစာများ","title":"Journalist Ma Malay - People's Prayer and Other Letters","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePublic prayer\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1) \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e On the way back to the city from the farm in Kamaryut Hledan, I stopped at the foot of Shwedagon Pagoda.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was just walking around the pagoda. I didn't reach the pagoda hill. This evening, I felt like going up to the hill and making a pilgrimage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the evening, the number of visitors to the pagoda was clear. As I intended to be a peaceful and quiet pilgrim, I slowly climbed the hill.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe florists in my neighborhood were bustling around, calling out to buy flowers. The florists' voices were not like the ones they had been shouting all day. They were like the kind of voices that people would shout when they saw someone in a dry place without anyone coming. They were lively and lively \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e. The endless noise of \"buy flowers,\" \"come in,\" and I could hear them continuously, but I didn't pay attention to buying flowers, but only to me and the two granddaughters who were coming up one after the other.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old woman, covered in old, worn-out clothes, looked like she was in deep poverty. She had a dirty, dark cloth on her head, whether it was a towel or a blanket. She wore a thick, coarse Burmese cotton robe, the kind worn during the Japanese era, with dust and dirt all over it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe red shirt, which was worn around the cuffs and hem, was not in keeping with his thin body, nor was it in keeping with his tall stature. It was puffy and short, sticking out about three hands behind his back. The exposed skin of his back was dark, wrinkled, and cracked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe only thing that seemed to be in abundance and in one place was a huge bun tied at the back of her head, indicating that she had good hair. Her head was neatly tied. The large curls of hair that were wrapped around the bun were speckled with dark gray. The old woman looked especially weak, and she was slowly climbing up, panting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was standing two steps behind the old lady, slowly walking up the stairs, and I was looking at the little girl she was holding, so I forgot to buy flowers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe girl's age can only be estimated at 6 or 7 years old. If she is older, she will be older, if she is younger, she will be younger. She is thin and not too tall. She looks like a girl except for the fact that she is wearing a dress and her hair is cut short and parted. The top of the dress is a piece of blue cloth, and the bottom is a piece of red cloth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old woman seemed to dislike being held by her hand, and she struggled to get out of his grasp. The old woman held on tightly, unable to free herself, and began to cry loudly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes.. It's hard, slowly.\" \"What do you mean, they'll catch you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said this in a loud voice, holding the child's hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe little girl was impatient because she was climbing slowly. She could not keep up with the old woman and only reached one step. The old woman had to hold on to her hand, and Mi Aung had to climb hard. The little girl did not even look at the florists who were inviting her to buy flowers from the surrounding area. She only looked up at the great height she had to climb. She stopped at the place where she was climbing, turned to the old woman, and struggled to free her hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"That's hard, hey.. go ahead and do it,\" the old woman scolded in this voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI stared at the little girl's face, which was turned towards me. She was a beautiful, dark-skinned girl. Her face, which was set in a grim, hard expression, showed a great deal of strength beyond her years. Her eyes, which showed her displeasure, were piercing, and her anger was blazing brightly as she stared at the old woman. She looked at my face as she passed by.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI had to climb over their granddaughter, but I had to turn around and climb up, looking back at the struggling child in the middle of the road.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, my dear.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI unexpectedly bumped into my childhood friends who were sitting on a bench in a flower shop. Aye and Than had been separated from their sister for about ten years. If they had met in any other place, they would have happily run to hug their sister. But now, all they could see was their happy faces, and they couldn't run to them. I looked up with awe at the little girl who had escaped from the old woman's grip and had run away from me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was amazing how he used his strong legs to gallop up the steep brick stairs without taking his eyes off them. The footsteps of the old woman who came up behind him, shouting \"hey, hey, hey,\" must have blinded her granddaughter before she even entered the flower shop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI didn't know what was happening to me, so I entered the flower shop and hugged my sister.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Little boy, I lost my grandmother's hand. I ran away. I won't catch up with her.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After saying those words to my sister first, I began to say a hearty goodbye.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI spent about half an hour talking to Aye and Than in the flower shop. When they left the flower shop, they had finished their pilgrimage and were going downstairs. I went upstairs holding a bunch of flowers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUntil they reached the pagoda, the little girl lost sight of her grandmother and only thought about Aye and Than. In ten years, their sister had become a\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe husband and wife also went to the same place. When Aye got divorced and remarried, the aunt and niece lived together. Aye and Than, who were to remarry, ran after the son of the uncle of the man's side and Than's daughter, and they came to Yangon to buy dowry items to bring back and marry them. The sisters, who were aunts and nieces, were no longer able to live together as husband and wife.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven if a momentary, bored, and disillusioned feeling arises as he watches the parts of the great stage of life that are happening and meeting in the human world, he becomes somewhat relaxed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe desire to choose a place free from crowds and live in solitude and revere the Buddha arises. The place where one can contemplate and revere the glory of the Buddha, who can cut off and remove defilements, should be a free and quiet place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs he walked around the Buddha in a clockwise direction, he found a place where he could be a little distance from the Buddha, and there was a lot of people around the place where the big bell was placed. He planted lotus flowers in a flower pot under the pillar near there, and sat down in a corner, facing the Buddha.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBefore bowing, I looked up at the pagoda. Behind the white clouds that had gathered in a circle, the sky was covered with blue, and the Buddha bird was flying towards it, competing with the soft sunlight, shining brightly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe cool winter breeze blowing from the north was so gentle that it was almost unnoticeable. The only sounds I could hear were the sound of brass drums and the sound of Buddha chanting. I couldn't see where it was coming from, I was alone in my place, and it was quiet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI bowed three times, straightened my body, closed my eyes, and with a single mind focused on the Buddha, I recited the five precepts in my mind. As I was reciting the five precepts, a pungent smell suddenly entered my nose, and it seemed to me that something was approaching my face. I opened my eyes suddenly. The dead bird died, and the hands that had been folded on my forehead fell down. A little girl who had run up the brick stairs was staring at me with a fierce gaze. She did not bat an eyelid, but her face was very strong. At first, I was amazed at what kind of little girl she was, standing so close to the Buddha's altar, staring straight ahead. Then, without moving, she looked at the dead bird, The example I'll be looking at next time suddenly disturbed my mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSurprisingly, I said, \"Hey... baby, let go of grandma,\" and reached out to grab his shoulder, but before it could touch his flesh, he slapped my hand away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI leaned back and stared at her face, then looked around for her grandmother. I couldn't see a single trace of her, I didn't know where she had come from or why she was standing in front of me, I couldn't ask her to leave, but her bold and beautiful appearance, mixed with rudeness, made me feel strange, and I felt so bad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... child, tell me. Your grandmother?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I asked him twice more. He didn't answer, only his stern, tense face softened and he continued to stare at me like a doll.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Tell me, grandma,” he asked three times, shaking his head from side to side, then looking back at me, “I don’t know,” he said sharply.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI wondered if the old woman and her little girl were separated. I was worried that the old woman must be looking for her granddaughter. 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Droplets of rain are falling on the backs of shoppers standing in front of the \"Nausea and Vodka\" shop outside Thein Kyi Market, looking at the huge pile of shirts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe shop owner, a dark-skinned woman, wearing a high-necked lace bodice that was clearly visible under a purple lace nylon dress, was taking out a display of bodices from the closet and displaying them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe wrapped her bodice around her body, showing her chest so that she could see the front and back, and turned her back, only because the buyers in front of her were hiding. While her body was still and pretending to be still, her mouth kept saying things.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"This is a ten-piece set for eighty won, this is a sixty-win one. This one doesn't have a nylon sleeve, this price. If you want to wear it on your chest, take this one off.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe vendor, who was trying to persuade the buyers to buy, spread out a piece of cloth with a slit. Before he could say anything, he turned to the side and turned back to the buyers, saying, \"The whole piece is worth a lot of money.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was looking at the picture of the blouse she was holding in her hand, and I didn't care about what they were saying. I just focused on the picture of the blouse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Look, I always wear nylon shorts and shoes, and pearl necklaces.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The two female customers turned to look at the shopkeeper's wink.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"How much is that?\" The shopkeeper still didn't answer my question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I always come to the gold shop, I buy all the gold coins I can find.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After saying what he wanted to say, he turned to me briefly and said, “This is ten.” He didn't push me as hard as he had before, but instead, his eyes were looking away, and he handed me the shirt to look at.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI reached for the shirt and looked at the lace on the back, \"Please, take it off.\" I said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The maid at my aunt's house is still secretly having sex with me. I kicked her out of the house. Now she's being used by the Americans.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The shopkeeper listened to my question and only spoke to the two female customers next to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Americans are Daw Daw's by day, and Union Club dignitaries by night.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The buyer and the shopkeeper nodded their heads and laughed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I had to wait patiently to see the shopkeeper and the customers shaking hands, and then I had to ask again, \"Are you not going to sell?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ha ha ha... did you see it? Did you see it? The tailor sewed the longyi to make it fit.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Both the buyer and the shopkeeper turned to look the other way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e While I couldn't speak or ask, my eyes, which had drifted in the direction they were looking at, were moving in a pinkish wave that was not far away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe pink nylon short-sleeved blouse was comfortable around the chest, and the mirrored fabric, which was folded and pressed together like a princess's bosom, looked like it was wrapped around the waist with puffy, puffy breasts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLike the petals of a lotus flower, arranged one on top of the other, the pink nylon stockings, folded and pressed below the knees, were scattered on the white high-heeled, strappy shoes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The pearl necklace is covered in pink and is covered in white.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I momentarily cleared away the color and shadows that had blinded my eyes and looked at the figure, my head began to pound and I began to tremble.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This face that I suddenly saw was a recognizable face among a thousand faces...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI dropped the shirt from my hand, picked up my handbag, and left the store in an instant.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The raindrops were falling, and people were taking shelter under the roofs of the shops, avoiding them, and carefully watching them, as they walked briskly and carefully.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the people in front of me disappear, I can no longer see the whole person. I can only see the curls of my hair hanging down on the clip where I have cut my hair and tied it up. \/\/\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I can see it again when I see the entire pink back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI couldn't pay attention to the road, and as I was pushing past the crowded crowd, one of my feet sank into a muddy ravine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI looked down at the huge puddle, covered in black slime and mixed with all sorts of dirt, so thick that I couldn't even stand with my feet, and my heart ached and I couldn't help but reach for my feet that were buried in the mud.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't know what kind of dirt it is. I'm standing with my feet and shoes tucked away, trying to hide them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I shook the dirt off my feet and threw it back into the puddle, I craned my neck in disbelief and saw it breaking between the tea shop and the dish shop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI couldn't walk with my big feet, I wanted to go wash myself somewhere where it was raining, but I couldn't, my feet were sticky, so I hurried to the sink. I ran through the rain to the big, shiny black sedan where an American was waiting, opening the door, and I wanted to scream and call out to him as he saw the little boy shivering and sitting down next to the American.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe ran from where he had come, avoiding the chairs at the tea shop and running to the side of the road. The car door closed and he drove away quietly without making a sound.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The rain continued to pour down in torrents.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I stared at the big car leaving in the rain, my heart clenching in fear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The car left, but I was still standing there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe cars, the people, and the rows of shops in the market across the street were all in a world apart, and I was staring back at the car that had disappeared before my eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My mind, which was slowly following the car, became exhausted and I let out a shaky breath.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Mya.. lol...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey man.. you're a man, instead of asking me to tell you, why don't you tell me yourself?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Than Maung smiled. His face had previously seemed hard and shriveled. However, it was only when he smiled that he revealed that he was a soft, cool, and harmless person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMya is my beloved Mya... I \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ehave only one Mya, who is called Mya, my beloved friend.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mya and I lived together in the same school. We went together, came together, ate together, and went home together after school.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":41958616039573,"sku":"","price":3600.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_9cb37957-c8ca-40a1-b263-9ba20dd7fdb2.jpg?v=1730220815"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-တွေးတစိမ့်စိမ့်","title":"Journalist Mamalay - Thinking of You","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAuthor's note\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the post-war period, in 1948, I published my first collection of short stories under the title Shumangi, which was a collection of short stories I had written. The stories included in Shumangi are Aye Aye, Mi Kwo, Bahira, Nye Myo Myo Day, Dhamma Polik Kwet, Meen Pi Pi, Ee Saung, Ma Ma Ma, Ee Moe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is the second collection of short stories written after the publication of Shu Ma Kyi in the collection of short stories \"Thinking and Thinking\" and is being published collectively. There are plans to publish the remaining short stories for the third time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe short stories in \"Thinking About It,\" \"A Little Grass,\" \"A Beautiful Face,\" \"The End of the Cycle,\" \"Khemari,\" \"Thinking About It,\" \"A Purchase and Its Pleasure,\" \"The Heat,\" \"The Power of the Power,\" and \"Kafie\" are usually about emotions and feelings that arise when we see, hear, or know something. These emotions arise when we experience something, whether it is a happy feeling or a sad feeling, a feeling of joy, sadness, liking, disliking, compassion, or disgust. These are feelings that arise from gaining some kind of knowledge of life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey are short stories.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When I wrote these short stories, I tried very hard to turn the subjective into the objective. I wrote with mindfulness and restraint as I described the perception of life, human nature, and the mind of life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf we become aware of the interests of others, the events of others, and the affairs of others, only then can we become aware of our own interests, events, and affairs. Therefore, we wrote these short stories with the intention of inspiring readers to read them and to use their innate intelligence to penetrate and reflect on human nature and the nature of the world, and to be aware of it. We wrote them with love.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJournalist Ma'am\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 27-9-63\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThoughtfully\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daw Thein Mi sighed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He felt a little relieved inside, but he sighed deeply inside. He had to rest his hands and feet, which were so stiff that they were unable to move.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Thein Mi sat cross-legged on the deck chair, eating and looking tired every night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Today is the most tiring day,\" he remarked, sighing inwardly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was no water in the house. In the afternoon, I had to fill two large iron drums with water from the pump on the corner of the street, which was tiring. I filled them with water and sat down to wash a large pile of old clothes. I counted the clothes on the line and found that there were seventy-five of them, and I was very tired.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Thein Mi's head was rolling back and forth on the armchair. She was gasping for breath and moaning endlessly in her mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At this age, do you still have troubles as big as mine?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Thein Mi is 61 years old. Her only problem is that she has to do housework all day long, from sunrise to sunset, without any earplugs. | She gets up at 4 am and goes to the kitchen. After lighting the kettle, she quickly cleans the fresh and new things. While Apu, Htut Ni and Putu Ma wash the milk bottles that they have been drinking from the night before, Ko Shwe Nyaung returns home after midnight and continues to wash and clean the rice dishes and dishes that they have eaten for dinner, while she keeps the kettle on and the rice bowls clean. She makes coffee for the whole house. She holds a coffee cup with her left hand and drinks it, and crushes chili with her right hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile the rice pot was still on the stove, she crushed a handful of chili peppers, prepared the food tray, and filled the bottles of milk for the children to drink when they woke up. Then, she put down the rice pot and, calling from the door of the room where her daughter was sleeping, ran to the morning market.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince I had to drop off my three children, Ama and Apu, who were going to school at 8am, I had to rush home from the market to cook and feed them. I took the two youngest children, Ama and Apu, by the hand and ran them to school before my son-in-law went to work.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Thein Mi's son-in-law, Maung Mya Oo, is an office clerk. He arrives at the office at exactly nine o'clock. Daw Thein Mi's daughter, Ma Aye Hla, has been married for a long time, but she has not been in good health, and she has only given birth to one child a year, and she lives on gold and silver every day. She is four months pregnant and her legs are swollen, and she has been bedridden for about a month.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the morning, I was busy with household chores on one side, babysitting on the other, student affairs, office work, taking care of my sick daughter, and so on. At 11 o'clock, I had to run to school to pick up my children. Not having water in my house was even more of a problem. I had to carry water from the fire hose on the corner of the street with a hand-pulled iron bucket all day long. I had to wash my daughter's clothes, my son-in-law's clothes, my children's dirty clothes, and all the old clothes that were left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile doing laundry, I had to do various other tasks on the side.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The baby bottle, the swing, the baby's back seat, and the way he often goes to the toilet are all done with a wet towel from the laundry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was no helper at home, so I was busy doing various chores while washing clothes and reading. After washing clothes, I took a hot bath, went to bed, and went back to the kitchen for dinner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile the rice was cooking, she was busy sweeping the front of the house. She had to bathe the children one by one and apply Thanaka blood. She had to make milk bottles at the same time every hour. She had to swing the baby's cradle. The rice pot was boiling, so she ran back to the stove and continued to work. The tasks she was doing were not one after another, but a series of tasks, all of which she did in a hurry, not stopping until the sun went down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Thein Mi could only sit on the deck chair at 10 pm. From sunrise to sunset until 10 pm, she had to do one thing after another, moving around and doing it all. When all six of the little ones were asleep, she sat down on the deck chair, unable to move her legs or arms, exhausted. Both arms were really sore. Her back hurt. Her knees hurt. She had been working non-stop all day, and it was tiring, but she had to shout, talk, and pull the little ones who were playing until they lost.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Thein Mi, who had been carrying a load of people and noise all day, would become weak when she reached the chair at night. 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She was so scared that she couldn't lift her arms, when a mosquito came and bit her, she was so angry that she couldn't hold it in her mouth. Her face, which had only five teeth, was so swollen that it looked like a sack of red cloth had been tied up from top to bottom, and her eyes, nose, and mouth all wrinkled and shrunk.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585248387221,"sku":"","price":9000.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_cfee2245-8900-4cfa-8856-dbdd37e2f7f3.jpg?v=1730220840"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-စာအုပ်အမှာစာများနှင့်စာအုပ်၀ေဖန်ချက်","title":"Journal Kyaw Ma Malay - Book Orders and Book Reviews","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom the book \"Poems of the Rainy Rain\" by Pyapon Maung Swe Nwe\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA message from the journalist's mother\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Only when poetry is based on ideas that are in line with the times and skillfully portrays thoughts that emerge from feelings will the power of poetry become more apparent.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe poet's passion for reflecting on the positive and negative aspects and developments of the current era flows from his heart, and he composes brilliant poems.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe poet who compiled this poetry book, Pyapon Maung Swe Nwe, is interesting because he tries to convey a sense of belonging and full of emotion in his poems, so that the reader can clearly see the details in their minds.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am not a poet, but I have always had a strong desire to read poems. When I read a poem, I first examine whether the poet's thoughts are correct and profound. I also pay attention to the words and the structure. In addition, I also examine whether the writing style is perfect or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I read his poems, which are mature in life experience and based on that maturity, study the inner aspects of life and are enriched with his true thoughts and comprehensive vocabulary, I fell in love with them so much that I began to regard them as a piece of good poetry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis book of poems does not present the superficial, common perspective of the times. The poet has composed his poems in a way that allows his feelings to be clearly and simply seen, which is what attracts the reader.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 3-6-67\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585249435797,"sku":"","price":1000.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_cb3defea-668b-4b8c-8e7f-05f16fdd5572.jpg?v=1730220872"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-၀ထ္ထုတိုငါးပုဒ်","title":"Journalist Mamalay - 5 short stories","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNot knowing\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the sun set, the light began to fade, and as I looked around, the entire field was covered in darkness, darker than ever, and then I saw a flash of lightning. Not only did there come a loud clap of thunder, but suddenly a hailstorm began to fall, and the raindrops began to pour down on my face. I lifted my face from the bamboo wall and onto the threshold, wiped the tears and rain from my face with the elbow of my shirt, and then curled up on the bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"How many people will leave? The door won't close. It's so wet, it's so wet,\" Daw Htwe Hla shouted from the front of the house, entering and putting down the umbrella that had been blown away. She couldn't stand the rain and wind and was dragged from place to place, and she heard the sounds of people preparing to light the fire, but she had no desire to move or get up, so she just stayed with both eyes closed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Win May, I’m sleeping here. My door is open, and the house is dripping wet, so why are you going out? Why are you still wearing a blanket or something? I wonder if you’re still feeling cold and tired after the rain. I can’t even afford to buy it back. I’ve put on my pajamas. I bought some biscuits from the bakery. Now.. hmm.. hmm..”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Win May, why are you so quiet? Is your fever coming back? I wonder.. Hug my neck.. Are you crying? My head hurts, Ma.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No problem, Auntie, you can get up. Have you bought food yet? Have you talked yet?\" Matari asked, reluctantly getting up and sitting down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I told you. If the boss comes, I'll even give you flowers. I didn't even have to sit at the machine and sew, so I took half a day off from school because my mother came to pick me up in a big car to give me the money.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Oh.. the minister is coming to meet you. Did he say that?” “Oh.. I’m coming to drink some cake. My dear friends, my dear friends, my dear friends, the prime minister is coming on the train tomorrow afternoon. My dear friends, we should dress up and give flowers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd I have to wear a dress like a princess. My mother even called me to sew a dress. I said while eating and drinking. Be quick, be quick, be quick.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's been a month since I last saw you, so I'd like to see you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I've done it again, Win May. Please listen to my words. I'm going to be a big fool with this attitude. He's doing well too. And... I can't let you know that I'm a daughter or a mother anymore.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Feeling pity for Win May, who was crying in confusion, he said, \"Forget it, Win May... forget it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I can't even muster the courage to forget my own daughter, my dear.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"When you gave me milk, didn't you think this would happen?\" Win May asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm asking again, my aunt. I begged you not to ask me this. If you tell me, I'll go crazy. If I don't tell you who my father is and who my mother is, you'll never know in this life. I'll tell you more than once. It's an impossible life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is his father still alive? Does his father know that I gave him the money?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe rain had stopped somewhat, and Win May opened the awning she had put up. Seeing the moonlight shining on the green rice fields, she couldn't help but feel sad and went away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I didn't give it to you, Auntie,\" he said sadly, not looking at Auntie, but just staring at the field.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I am at the nursery school. I know that they will find me and investigate me. I don't know anything else, and I don't ask because I'm crying. I don't even say anything. I'm asking because I don't want to,\" said Ari Hla, trembling with sadness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, Ari Hla was a single woman, very kind-hearted, but she had no children to support her. When she came to this city, she was wandering around without knowing where she was. She looked after her mother-in-law like a child. When she was with her father and in Letpandan, she worked and ate with her nieces near their house. Her father was a government employee and whenever he went on a trip, he would stay with her at their house and stay overnight. She also had no mother-in-law, so she loved her as much as she loved her. Soon, Ari Hla did not get along with her nieces and moved to this city to live and earn a living. They separated. Now, when she found out that she had a daughter in this city, she met her. While she was sick, Ari Hla lived with whatever she found.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWin May also let go of the mother and slowly turned her face towards Ari Hla. She saw that she was looking at her with tears streaming down her face, and she could no longer control herself and continued to cry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ari... I’m not a little bit bad about myself. I’m not hiding it. I’m so unhappy that I can’t talk about it. Ari doesn’t know, neither does Ma Ae, a father and a daughter. It was very tense and after Ari left Letpandan, a friend of my father came to our house to investigate whether his son should be admitted to a boarding school in this city. After investigating, he went back and not long after, he brought his son to enroll him. My father also said that even though he was boarding at your school, he would treat you like your own parents’ house, and if there was a problem, he would come and go, and don’t be afraid. He would come and visit my house every Sunday. So, when he came, my father was on a trip. I didn’t have anyone to talk to, so I sat down and talked for a while, and when he didn’t show up, he would come and make coffee, and when I came in, he would come and talk to me in a loud voice. I didn’t just talk, it became a force and a force, and I robbed him of my love. At this time, I was also angry, I was too embarrassed to scream or shout, so I forced her to leave. When my father came back, I couldn't control myself. He didn't come for three weeks. My father asked me to come back because he had something to do, and since then he has been coming back and forth. My father's apologetics forced me to apologize, and after a while I started accepting his love. My father had to move to another city secretly so that my father wouldn't know. At this time, he also finished his exams and didn't want to come back. One night, they went on a date and he said that he loved me so much that he couldn't break up, and that he shouldn't worry. He said that if he continued in college, he would write to me often and come back. Let's say that they had already broken up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“Shortly after we moved to the city, I started feeling unwell, so I wrote to him, and he was at college. He would call me and make an appointment, but he wouldn’t come. I also cried because I was busy. My father didn’t tell me. My father said that when he got there, he got drunk with his friends. At first, he was very angry, and he didn’t say anything about drinking. So, let’s keep it short. After about two months, he ran away from home and hid with a nun in Sagaing. He didn’t want to tell my father about it in Sagaing. He was angry and wrote to follow a man so that he wouldn’t find him. I applied to school in Sagaing, and after the exams, he wrote that he would come back in a month or a day, and then he didn’t answer the letter. It was difficult to follow, and I was in trouble, my father. So when I was about to see my daughter, the teacher didn’t understand me either. He said that I should go to my sister’s house and see her, so I went to her sister’s house. She was a widow, I was so poor that I had to take care of the little things I brought with me.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585231347861,"sku":"","price":2430.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_2e78970f-bf99-4247-80b8-ec5186b0092e.jpg?v=1730220889"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်-မမလေး-စိတ်","title":"Journalist Mamalay - Mind","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1 ]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I didn't cry out loud, I didn't sob, I just stared at the burning, burning, burning thing under my eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe leaned over, covered his nose with a handkerchief, and apologized with red lips...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Come back, Ma Saw Lin, let me apologize sweetly. Come back, 'Why are you watching this?'\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I begged him, but he didn't say anything back, and he didn't move. • . A young man stood there, staring at the burning fire, holding a white scarf over his nose in one hand, and said...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Call me Cho Cho, people are already gone.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Don't even turn around and look at what I'm saying.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The late summer wind is blowing fiercely.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't be so early... can't you tell me, let's go back and hide.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The wind was good, the flames were raging and burning. A crackling sound came out from the roaring sound of the flames.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne of his legs was already burning before his eyes. A shirtless, dark-skinned man was looking at the burning strong long-tail in front of him and throwing Thanaka sticks at it. | Another man with a short long-tail and a black man...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “It’s a lot better than the Rakhine Longyi, but it’s a shame that the yellow background doesn’t have black trim.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said, feeling sorry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe shirtless, dark-skinned Sansalaka...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh my God, I've given you a hundred rupees for the shirt and the longyi to be cremated with the body. Don't be greedy, my mother seems to be very fond of you. I want to see you cremated with the clothes. I don't think it's fair to see the body without clothes.\" . .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said in response.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe wind was blowing hard. The body was lifted up when the flames became intense. The two monks had to beat it down with their hammers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old tamarind trees swayed with their twisted branches. The soft leaves fluttered and fell. On one side of the cemetery was a large field. The wind, which freely flowed in, hit the tall, dense tamarind trees with great force and passed between the branches. Then it made a loud, ringing sound.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe treetops are swaying...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The caves, covered with grass and weeds, are silent and silent under the long, falling shadows. The caves are of various shapes. Some are high and lofty, while others are flat and have various shapes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA grave with sharp, jagged edges is surrounded by a small iron fence, and a Thanakha tree is planted around it. The small, round Thanakha leaves are green and dry with dust. The Thanakha buds, which are covered with yellow fruits, are only at the tip and are not very developed. The grave is scattered with dried leaves and flowers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn comparison to that cave, there was a flat cave, half covered with grass. I don't know how long that cave had been there, but the grass had grown up and cut through part of the cave from one side to the other. The moss had grown on the other side, so the brick-colored stone was no longer visible, but rather a dark brown color.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe caves are arranged in rows. The caves have nameplates at the top, while some do not have nameplates. Nameplates are carved on the brick slabs at the top of the caves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe tamarind leaves are said to be constantly falling from the tree in bunches. The wind is blowing hard, and the yellow and green leaves are falling from the top of the branches. From a distance, you can only see the leaves swaying and falling in bunches.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The wind blew through the entire cemetery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe smoke from the cremation pyre rose into the air. The flesh was burning, making a continuous crackling sound. Fat was dripping from the body, and the fire was raging, emitting a pungent, acrid smell. The nails of the big, black, swollen fingers were • The color of the ripe earth and the wood was visible in the flames.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe corpse, laid on the pyre, slowly disfigured and decayed in the flames.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Cho Cho is nearby, snoring...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Let's go back, it's early in the morning. The smell is bad. Besides, there's no one in the cemetery anymore. It's getting dark soon.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But he overheard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSitting cross-legged on a fallen tree stump, staring blankly at the huge body that was burning with a crackling sound. The wind blew, causing strands of hair to fall and fall on his face. He didn't even try to brush them away with his hands, sometimes the hair fell over his eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe monks were using sticks, axes, and bamboo to prop up the burning corpse, adjusting the fire to an even level. The flames were roaring and roaring, devouring the corpse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe male child, however, did not say anything to his companion, but stood there motionless, his hands clasped together. He fanned his wings and the smell of smoke drifted towards him, and he covered his nose with his white handkerchief.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Cho Cho, realizing that he couldn't call her, stood next to her, covering her face with a handkerchief and sobbing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA flock of cemetery birds had taken flight towards the field in alarm. The tamarind leaves were falling and the wind was blowing, only occasionally gentle, then constantly blowing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The scent was so strong that it made me turn around and Cho Cho couldn't help but run to the other side. He stopped under an old tamarind tree with its branches bent down, walking quite a distance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Let's go back and hide... Let's go back and hide\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He shouted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Amidst the howling wind and the crackling of the flames, the call of the dove was heard faintly. After a while, the young man could no longer bear the smell, so he ran back to where the dove was and stayed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sound of the crackling became louder and louder, and they came back and beat with a hammer. The body gradually shriveled and twisted in the flames, disfiguring itself. One of its legs was almost completely burned.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Cho Cho changed direction and then came back again, clinging to me...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't be so stubborn, don't be so stubborn, and it's not good to watch this from the beginning to the end, come on, come on.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said, holding out one hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He didn't even clasp his hands again. He didn't brush away the hair that had fallen into his eyes, he didn't adjust his posture. He sat with his legs crossed and his hips squared, just as he had before.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Here, Master, add more Thanaka stones.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He even stirred up the spirits and threw a piece of Thanaka into the flames.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But Cho Cho turned her face away, not daring to look at the disfigured figures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe shadows stretched forward and became longer. The caves, with their steep, pointed peaks, cast shadows. But in the thick tamarind trees, darkness fell. Smoke billowed up, mingling with the darkness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe wind was not as strong as it had been earlier. It seemed to be blowing gently in the evening. The wind that was blowing on the body was no longer as strong as it had been earlier, but had slowed down and made a more whistling sound.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Let’s go back, Ko Thet and Cho Cho are waiting for us,” Cho Cho called out again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “It’s almost over, Cho Cho, I really want to see how it ends.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's all he said. There was no crying, no sobbing, no trembling in his voice, just a slight softness in his natural voice and a calm, steady voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The flames were getting thinner. There was no longer any spark or burning, no crackling sound. The human form that had been seen earlier was now nowhere to be found, and was left in black. The bones must be buried in the ashes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the fire was low and the smoke was almost gone, a shirtless, dark-skinned figure, holding a hammer, came to the door and said, \"...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"When will the bones be collected? Should we collect them ourselves?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll come get it early tomorrow morning. Soak it in the coconut water from that new pot.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 'The two Sang-la stood by the ash heap, whispering..'\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, I will. Come and get it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe wind blew again, and the ashes rose upward. Bones appeared from the ashes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After standing and watching until the flames from the stump died down...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll be back\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"He said one word and walked towards the entrance of the cemetery. They didn't speak on the way, they passed the caves lying in heaps. A dog heard the sound of people and ran out of one of the small caves and hid next to a large, tall cave.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When we reached the edge of the cemetery's spire, Ma Saw Lin said,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... it's over.....it's over.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He muttered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCho Cho was holding Ma Saw Lin's hand. Cho Cho's face was red and her eyes were swollen from crying so much. Ma Saw Lin's face wasn't as red and her eyes weren't swollen, but her hair was tangled and falling down her face because she couldn't hold it in her hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The young man walked about two paces ahead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'When we left the cemetery and came to a dilapidated old temple, Ma Saw Lin looked around and...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What about you, aunts?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Cho Cho turned around and looked...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Let's go back, okay? The wind has been blowing since the fire started and the smell is unbearable. They went back, calling out to Ma Saw Lin.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I didn't hear.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Saw Lin answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"They are still waiting, the smell is still wafting into the room,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They couldn't even call Ma Saw Lin, the smell was so bad they went back, Cho Cho couldn't stay anymore.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The entire cemetery was shrouded in darkness. The rain suddenly began to fall, the wind picked up, and even drizzle began to fall.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe caves are said to become denser as you approach the entrance. The small caves are almost completely separated from each other. On the other hand, there are taller caves on the ground. All of them are covered with moss, grass, and weeds due to lack of maintenance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe rain has stopped falling, and the sun has not yet set, but is shining brightly, reflecting its golden light. The shape of the raindrops is dazzling.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The young man hurriedly reached the cemetery gate. Cho Cho spread his handkerchief over his head. The rain unexpectedly fell on the village. But the sun was shining brightly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Saw Lin walked as if nothing had happened. She didn't even wipe her feet for fear of getting wet in the rain, and she didn't even wear anything on her head, she was so sweet...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's raining.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said as he ran to the road.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the road, there was a thick grove of tamarind trees that held the rain above them, so even if it rained heavily, we wouldn't get wet. A young man stood by the road, waiting, shaking off the water from his coat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Saw Lin walked gracefully through the rain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If it doesn't get dark early, it's going to rain and get cold.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said to the young man next to him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Ma Saw Lin approached...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Look, even if the rain dries up, your head will be wet and you'll catch a cold. 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As she pounded her chest, she screamed, “Ko Bo Chet... Oh, Ko Bo Chet!” The neighbors who heard Daw Long’s voice immediately knew that U Chet was dead. Suddenly, as the sun was setting, a loud cry filled the air. The whole place was filled with panic. A window opened from the upper floor of the house on the corner of the street, and three women peeked out of the window, looking down at Daw Long’s little girl. People were also looking out of the back windows of the houses in front of Daw Long’s little girl\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Le.... You left me, who am I going to live with.... Ko Bo Chet...\" he cried out in a voice that was filled with pain and hurt.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Long Magi was so shocked that her husband had died. She was in a state where she could not express what was inside her. She couldn't control herself and she was screaming and talking so fast that her voice was mixed with the sound of her heart breaking tears. The ears of those who came out of the house rang loudly and they all groaned. Among the three women on the top floor of the house, the young girl was the last to come.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe body of the deceased, lying on the tent with his head towards the road, was so large that his stomach was swollen from the moment he died that he could see the south from a distance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe entire lower part was hidden. The dead man was writhing with a face of excruciating pain. His mouth was half open as if he were in pain. The remaining body appeared old. He also showed a sick look. The most obvious thing was that his heart had stopped beating.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEspecially the feet and hands were not like human hands and feet, but they were curved and bulging like the feet of a person. The chief, who rarely wore clothes, did not wear clothes even when he died. The short-sleeved linen shirt that he had to wear when he went out was still hanging on the wall of the tent at his feet because it was too loose to be put on. A piece of red-and-white cloth was hung over the shirt. The cloth was\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was worn out, and it was something that people wore around their heads when they had to go out and about, so that was a common item in the clothes of U Che Gyi. The worn out, soft cloth was hanging from the wall of the tent and was abandoned by him, so he could not untie it, it was loose and falling apart, and he cried. He had been wearing nothing in the three seasons of summer, rain, and winter, and the skin on his chest was as dark and rough as buffalo skin. Since he had been working as a night watchman since he was old and weak, his eyes showed that he had lost his life and had been sleeping in the night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey had entered the cave. Next to the body was a pole leaning against the wall of the tent and a small hand-held lantern that the owner had given them to use to look around the warehouse at night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The staff and the hand-held lamp are also thrown away, so who will we live with?\" She followed Daw Long, who was crying and crying, as if tears were flowing down her face. Daw Long raised her head from the tent's sash, threw her body back, and cried out, \"What a terrible death... Oh... Ko Bo Chet!\" She was about to cry again when she heard the sound of footsteps running down the stairs, and she turned her head to look at the body that was about to fall back onto the door. Two women were galloping into the courtyard on a horse-drawn carriage. Before they reached the tent, they shouted in unison, \"Father... Father!\" and ran up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe voices that came out were like a burning wind, burning the heart of Daw Long, who was covered in fire. She didn't know how everyone who heard her would feel, Daw Long heard her voice and stood up, crying, and only then did she focus on the place, and now she believed that the place was the only place to worship. Ma Kyaing and Ma Myaing looked at the people who were coming out of the back door of the building from where I was standing. Seeing that people were watching, she wanted to cry even more and cried again. Ma Kyaing, while crying, touched her mother with her eyes and said, \"Father... Father, please stand up and look at your daughters... Father's.\" She couldn't help but cry until her heart was broken. In fact, she wanted to stand up and look at them. With the words that were on her lips, she wanted to cry because the guests came and showed her how much she wanted to cry. As soon as she saw the woman, who was dressed in a child's clothing, coming down from the house to the front of the house, Daw Long quickly ran down to the tent and greeted the traveler. \"My dear daughter... My mother is a widow... Do you still dare to see my mother's suffering... Please save us, my daughter?\" The traveler greeted the traveler with a trembling voice that could be heard even below the threshold of the tent. The woman who had asked for news stopped before she reached the tent and stared at Daw Long with a bad face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Grandmother... Father is no more... Grandmother, Grandmother, thank you for giving me sugar, Father, please tell me, Grandmother, Father.\" No matter how much Nagor was in Ma Myaing, he could not hear him there, but he understood him with a shadow, and he could speak fluently.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Grandma... come up, come up,\" he begged.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDespite their words, the woman who had come to ask for news found it difficult to climb onto the tent. Even with the large body of U Che Gyi and his two daughters sitting there, the tent was almost full, so she did not want to climb onto the tent, but instead sat down with her legs dangling outside the tent and leaning against it. She did not dare to look at the large body, fearing that she would see it in her eyes when she went to bed at night. She did not dare to look at it, but only looked at it. Then, the sad expression on her face, showing how she was calm and peaceful, seemed to comfort Daw Long and the rest of the family. “I can bear it... I have been sick for about three months, and you, “Khin,” did not even come to ask for news.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven though she didn't say anything to apologize for not being able to come to U Che Gyi's house before he died, she swore that Daw Long never remembered the fact that she had never been able to come and ask him about his illness while he was still living in the house. Only when the people on the house were sick did she go and visit him at any time. The owners were very kind and consider it a great blessing to be able to enter and leave the house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter cooking breakfast, Daw Long Magi had not slept all night, and had to leave her tent and her big head, who was sleeping soundly, and wander from house to house in the village. With her sweet mouth, she could flatter the rich and famous, saying that they were inferior to humans and that they were not known to them, so there was hardly a house in which Daw Long Magi had not been massaged. However, she was not the kind of massage that was used to massage people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Are you feeling well....my daughter, are you not feeling well, my daughter, come on....I will wash your breasts and relieve the heat,\" he would say and press her as hard as he could. While pressing her, he would tell her the news of the houses that were coming and going, so that the weak and weak would not get bored. His hands would not stop pressing her, and his mouth would press her with his thin lips, raising his eyebrows and lifting his chin, and he would press her tirelessly. If she did not want to be pressed, he would force her to kiss him with a stone. According to the owners of the house, he had short arms and long legs, and his buttocks were too light, so that they would not be able to keep up with the age of the old and the young.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn this way, they would go from house to house all day long, carrying the five kyats that each house gave them, and they would return home in the evening. Daw Long's sweet, sweet words were sweet to the ears, but not to the heart. When she spoke, she would often call herself \"mother...mother\", and even though she didn't mean it, she would respond with \"mother...mother\". \"I'm sorry for you, my dear...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Please wash me, mother...\" he said, \"Don't be angry... My dear, if you have anything to ask, just call me. I know that my mother is not a prostitute, and I will wash you anyway... My dear,\" he said, making you talk more carelessly than you need.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is not easy for a rich person to treat someone as lowly as their own daughter, son, or grandchild. They are too shy and too timid to conform to their age, so this mentality is already ingrained in them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen U Che Kyi was still young, he didn't even look back, but when he heard the sound of crying, Daw Lone Ma Kyi asked the man on the roof who had come to ask for news. She had nothing she couldn't forgive. She was a classmate who couldn't forgive, and a rich woman with diamonds and gold came to the hut, making it seem like she was blessed even in a time of great misfortune.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"How could you not come, my dear daughter... My dear daughter has many problems... Mother knows, I came here because of you, my dear daughter, I am the only one who can rely on you, who else has left me? My dear daughter is already in trouble...\" Daw Long wiped away the tears that were trickling down her cheeks with her sleeve, and cried without raising her head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I was talking, I felt extremely sad. When U Che Gyi was sick for three months, he could not do the darwan, so the rich man immediately hired a man to replace him. For three months, they had no income from anywhere, and they had to go from house to house to earn a few kyats. There was no one to keep him close to the sick person, so he had to fight with the sick person for bribery. The money he could give to his children was almost negligible. For the sick person, it was too far to go to the government's free Myanmar medicine clinic to ask for medicine, and the journey was too long, so he had to walk on foot, and his knees were already sore. I thought that U Che Gyi would have died before he died because of the suffering of his old mother.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen she died, she had to pay for the funeral expenses. Daw Long was over 60 years old, so she had to pay for the funeral countless times. The deceased was dead, he had passed away, and I was left with the burden of suffering that would come my way until I died. I was shocked and saddened as I looked at life from the perspective of the world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Long was sobbing and crying with great effort. The sobs were coming out of her body one after another, and it seemed like a child was sobbing softly. . “Khin” from the mainland who had come to ask for news was very uncomfortable to see Daw Long shaking and sobbing so hard. The doctor had diagnosed her with heart disease, so she didn’t want to know or hear about things that were not good for her heart, so she had to avoid it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You have sons and daughters....what's the use?\" Daw Long looked at Khin's face as he encouraged her, feeling ashamed. She knew only her own heartache to rely on him for saying that she had children. When U Che was still alive, her children would come to her every time they could not earn enough money from their small salary as a street vendor. Daw Long's eldest son worked as a carpenter at the \"Kho Saing\" shop, and her younger son worked as a mechanic's assistant at a car repair shop in Ba Zan for 2 kyats a day. Both daughters were married, Ma Kyaing was a widow with five children, and the mother of three was a widower. The mother of three children worked as a municipal road worker, so they could feed a large family with the small salary they earned. On the other hand, every morning, I have to go to the village to boil beans and sell them. Ma Myaing is still poorer than Ma Kyaing. When she had two children, her husband took her away. The mother and the children, who were about to run and suckle, were still dependent on her mother-in-law's house. She was so naive, so naive that she would come to her mother-in-law one day and take refuge in her. Daw Lone Ma was a person who relied on her mother-in-law, so she said, \"Who else can I rely on?\" \"Mother....What's wrong with you? You are also there.\" If she had heard such compassionate words of encouragement, she would have been very happy at this time. The woman who asked for news did not have the heart to comfort her with words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Kyaing and Ma Myaing saw two men walking towards the tent and immediately started shouting, “Brothers... Father is no more... Our brothers!” When they saw their sons, they pressed their big balls and said, “Sons... Look at the suffering of mother, my dear.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mourners, who were unable to find a place to stay, cried out with their daughters. The old man sat down next to the body, his nose dripping with tears, his face expressionless. He looked around at the small lantern and the stick that the old man had thrown away. As he listened to the cries of Daw Long, his heart ached, and he thought about the plans for the old man, which were his responsibility as the eldest son. The old man lit two lanterns in the basement.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI need to borrow some. I was thinking about bamboo and reed mats to make a canopy in front of the tent. When I was roofing the monastery next to the railway station, I saw bamboo and reed mats stacked under the monastery. I thought about going to the monk and borrowing some. It is also important to reserve the head in advance. Since the head will be quite large, I think it would be better to buy the planks myself to save money.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI informed the elders of the town, U Aung Ba, that if the people gathered to have a good time, and if the wine was good, I would extend the stay by 3 to 5 days. I was worried about whether I would be able to cover the expenses from the collection. When the rickshaw driver Hla Htun died, I remembered that he had not only covered the expenses but also made thirty to forty baht, and my anxiety eased a little. I would have to fight to win the lottery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Ba Zan stared at the large, dark-faced corpse. He imagined the figure of the deceased, who had been struggling and groaning until he finally lost all his strength, and he kept saying to the body, \"It's better for my father to die...\". It was getting a little dark outside. The blue and green colors were creeping up and covering the dead man, and a strange and moving atmosphere had descended upon him. At that moment, the darkness was suddenly dispelled by the brilliant light of diamonds and emeralds. Ma Kyaing and Ma Myaing, who were in tears, looked at the place where the blue and green light had come from, with their hearts beating wildly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe 'Khin' who had come to inquire was stretching his waist and holding the sweat jacket bag with his right hand, which was adorned with a diamond and emerald bracelet. His fingers did not come out of the bag very much. As he was carefully digging inside the bag, his waist, which had been kept straight, gradually tilted to the left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Kyaing and Ma Myaing couldn't help but stare at the hand that was about to come out of the bag.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs they stared at each other, the sparkling diamonds and emeralds gradually faded. Tears streamed down the cheeks of the old woman's face from her blurred eyes. Her face, which had been wrinkled and wrinkled because she had experienced so much suffering, had become as small as a plum leaf as she listened to the man who was carrying the bag. As they looked at the hand that had not yet come out of the bag, the thoughts that they had been waiting for were still swirling in the old woman's heart. She still felt the excitement that had come from the shaking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe five bills that she had taken out of her sweat bag with her fingers and thumbs did not come out all at once, but fell onto her lap one by one. When she had finished with the five bills on her lap, she gathered them up and said to Daw Long in a soft voice, “I’m donating them for my uncle,” and handed her the five kyats of cash. The thoughts that had been running wild in her mind all the time were suddenly gone. At this age, and with the constant work of helping out at home, and the situation of the poor, and the thoughts of 1, 2, and 2 kyats of cash, Daw Long forgot about her own situation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is no greater misery than having to reach for the 5 kyats that are being offered to you.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43113425043605,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/6-short-stories-1.jpg?v=1730272256"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-ကမ္ဘာမြေဝယ်","title":"Journalist Mamalay - Buy the Earth","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He didn't sit still at the back of the cart, but started to move his legs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The dog is going to fall,\" U Thu Taw said, turning around.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sun was shining brightly, and the evening was unusually pleasant, unlike the summer and winter evenings. The cart road from the village of Kyaukta to Kamakalay was paved through the fields. The road was dusty. The fields were dug up and the ground was leveled to a height of about a palm's length.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn both sides of the road, there were only fields, one above the other. The water in the fields was overflowing and white. The grasses that were sprouting from the water were green in the warm sun.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I sat in the back of the cart, I could see the village of Ohn Nee, covered in large white flowers and hibiscus trees, from a distance along the road. It was adjacent to Ohn Nee Village.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe iron gate, the Nirvana, and the village children were also standing in awe. On the other side, if you look up over the fields, you can see the Bago River. The tall, sturdy boats are floating in the river. On the other side of the river, there is a railway track.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe cart's wheels clanked and clanked as the oxen pushed in front of the cart. U Thu Taw was still awake, slowly driving the cart. The sun was shining brightly, reflecting the green landscape.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHla Nwe looked up at the mountains beyond the villages. The common mountain trees, the sedges, the bamboos, the sedges, and the bamboos were lush and green. At the foot of the hills, the farmers' huts were clustered together, huddled together. As she gazed at the surroundings, she felt calm and even forgot the smell of manure.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt the turn of the field, I heard the farmer shouting to the cows, “Hey, let’s go!” and I turned around. The farmer was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, a helmet, and a short skirt, and was plowing. He had five wooden tines attached to the plowshares and was forcing two cows to pull. When the cows pulled, the clods of earth would rise from under the tines, and the trees would grow. The Hla Nwe was plowing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe looked at the unripe rice plants one by one, looking at them with his hand. -\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Thu Taw also said to Hla Nwe, who was sitting quietly behind the cart, \"Girl, have you seen your father yet?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I've been there.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In Hlanwe's eyes, I see green, vigorous rice plants.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking up, the rice plants swayed in the wind. He spoke again, happily thinking that they were the rice plants he had planted. Then, the little birds were tearing the rice stalks and he was happily running around the field with a stick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e ``Yes---, increase, try to hit, gold and red, what a gamble\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Thu Daw's two cows, who had been carrying and carrying cow dung all day long, were getting tired. If their growth was slow, Shwe Ni would follow. Even after he beat each one on the back with a whip, Shwe Ni would know that if he was hit, he would fight back with great force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHla Nwe was running in the field with a stick, when she heard a voice from somewhere, and her thoughts stopped. \"Don't hit me, U Thu Taw. They are also afraid.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He looked up at the cows, feeling sorry for them, as he stepped over the pile of cow dung that had been piled up behind him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Whose cart did you take when you went?” “We went with the charcoal cart, Ko Kyaw Ni.” “Are you going to your father's?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I didn't go to my father's house on purpose. I went to pick up the rice-planting shirt that Daw Thayar had left at the machine when I got in the car.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Thu Taw looked back and saw the rice plants swaying in the wind. He was happy and satisfied with the thought that they were the rice plants he had planted. Then he spoke again, happily, while the little birds were tearing the rice stalks and he was running around the field with a stick, driving them away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e``Yes---, increase, try to hit, gold and red, what a gamble\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Thu Daw's two cows, who had been carrying and carrying cow dung all day long, were getting tired. If their growth was slow, Shwe Ni would follow. Even after he beat each one on the back with a whip, Shwe Ni would know that if he was hit, he would fight back with great force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHla Nwe was running in the field with a stick, when she heard a voice from somewhere, and her thoughts stopped. \"Don't hit me, U Thu Taw. They are also afraid.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He looked up at the cows, feeling sorry for them, as he stepped over the pile of cow dung that had been piled up behind him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Whose cart did you take when you went?” “We went with the charcoal cart, Ko Kyaw Ni.” “Are you going to your father's?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I didn't go to my father's house on purpose. I went to pick up the rice-planting shirt that Daw Thayar had left at the machine when I got in the car.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Thu Taw looked back and saw the rice plants swaying in the wind. He was happy and satisfied with the thought that they were the rice plants he had planted. Then he spoke again, happily, while the little birds were tearing the rice stalks and he was running around the field with a stick, driving them away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e``Yes---, increase, try to hit, gold and red, what a gamble\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Thu Daw's two cows, who had been carrying and carrying cow dung all day long, were getting tired. If their growth was slow, Shwe Ni would follow. Even after he beat each one on the back with a whip, Shwe Ni would know that if he was hit, he would fight back with great force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHla Nwe was running in the field with a stick, when she heard a voice from somewhere, and her thoughts stopped. \"Don't hit me, U Thu Taw. They are also afraid.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He looked up at the cows, feeling sorry for them, as he stepped over the pile of cow dung that had been piled up behind him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Whose cart did you take when you went?” “We went with the charcoal cart, Ko Kyaw Ni.” “Are you going to your father's?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I didn't go to my father's house on purpose. I went to pick up the clothes that Daw Thayar and his wife had left at the machine,\" Hla Nwe said, her lips pursed, her two dangling legs twisted and swayed back and forth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You know how to plant rice...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ah... U Thu Taw said, you have to plant and grow. If you plant temporarily, you only get one seed per pot. When you learn to plant, you can grow it for a living.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Do you know what a dog breed is?” | Hla Nwe turned her head and glanced at U Thu Daw. U Thu Daw pushed Hla Nwe back and continued to drive the cart. Hla Nwe turned her back on U Thu Daw. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “When picking seedlings, I held them four times with my hands and tied them together. That’s what I call a bundle.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"'Oh, the monk's daughter is a big girl, heh heh.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHla Nwe heard the old man's toothless laughter. She was also irritated when the monk's daughter called her. She picked up a piece of cow dung from the dung heap and sat down in the bushes in the field.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe threw the body away with all his might. He watched the little birds flying away in fear and panic, with all his eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Where should I plant it?” “In the rich man’s field.” “So you won’t sell boiled beans anymore.” “My mother will sell them.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Hla Nwe suddenly remembered Mya Tin. She was also shocked inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMya Tin's hut has a debt of boiled beans. If my mother knows, she will tell me. My mother told me not to sell the debt. Mya Tin still has a fever, so she gives me a cup of boiled beans every morning to eat. She said she will pay the money later.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I was forced to sell my clothes at the market, I was in debt, I was asked to work, I sold my things here and there, I was so angry that I was beaten by my father, I can't even say it, I just want to die.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Hla Nwe, while her mother was angry, kept her head down and kept quiet, blaming herself. If she had paid the debt, the smoke would never end, the rain would never end, and she would have been scolded and beaten.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Next time I hear you giving me a loan, I'll fix it so I can die. Don't try to sell me a loan, you hear me?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Hla Nwe trembled and left. It's impossible. It would be difficult to repay the debt to my mother while she was planting rice in the morning. - U Thu Taw, I won't go to Kamala, I'll go down to the machine shop. Stop, stop.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What is this girl doing in the machine?\" U Thu Taw pulled the rope and slowed the cart. Chai quickly grabbed her shirt and jumped off the cart. She twisted her neck to see if there was any cow dung on her shirt, and patted her buttocks with her palm. Chai grabbed her shirt and shouted, \"Because I have a debt to pay.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe got off the cart path, crossed the Kanthin wall, and walked for a while, then said, “Hello,” and looked back at the cart. The cart had already reached a short distance. He stood there, his mind hesitating, then he galloped behind the cart and ran.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"U Thu Daw... U Thu Daw,\" he heard a voice calling from behind. U Thu Daw turned around and pulled the rope. \"I'm not going to the machine anymore, I'll just follow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As they spoke, they climbed onto the cart and sat down next to it. “Yes.... This girl,” Hla Nwe giggled. “What are you laughing at, you idiot?” U Thu Taw asked. “You know how to laugh, U Thu Taw.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If you tell me that I was left in debt at the factory because I met U Thu Daw and my mother, I still remember the trouble,\" Hla Nwe thought to herself and burst into laughter.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585249796245,"sku":"","price":7000.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/files\/001_71753960-3b95-4035-9c1b-732ab0c5f16d.jpg?v=1778982087"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-မြန်မာ့ဆေးပညာ","title":"Journalist Mamalay - Myanmar Medicine","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSoviet women, like women in other countries, wore makeup, curled hair, and red lipstick. Women were naturally beautiful and chose unusual colors to enhance their beauty.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the Russian gentleman stood behind my chair, untying the knotted hair at the back of his head, I remembered what ICS U Kyaw Min had written about the female hairdresser who cut men's hair in a Moscow hotel in an article called \"From Behind the Iron Curtain.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is also interesting that a man corrects a woman's beauty. After untangling her hair, he spoke in Russian with a smile. I didn't understand what he was saying, so he stroked my head and made signs to me to wash my hair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA white cloth was draped over her body. She had her head tilted back in a chair, her hair covered with a basin, and she pulled out a hose and sprayed water on it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He rubbed the soap all over his head, spraying water over it for a long time to rinse it off. Kyawth Shing sat aside and watched without washing his head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter squeezing out the water, I parted my hair with a large iron comb and combed it, then grabbed a hairspray from the bench to curl it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I begged him not to pick the skins from the bottle, saying I didn't want to curl my hair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Yes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was afraid that if I waited too long, everyone would be waiting, so I quickly took the comb from his hand and brushed my hair myself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe gestured for me to do it and took the bike back, slowly cleaning it. I just sat there, looking at my watch. I brushed my hair, cut it, and put a big scarf around my head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKnowing that he was going to be asked to sit under the table, he said that he didn't have time, that he couldn't sit anymore, that he had to go outside, and that he was going to have to go outside, and he pointed to the clock and answered the big pipe on his head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was surprised by what I did, and his eyes widened in surprise, and he forbade me to untie the knot. I didn't understand what he was saying, but his gesture was to prevent me from leaving without drying my hair, and he tied the knot in my hair again. Then he made me sit under the electric kettle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They started to sit under the electric kettle, moaning and becoming restless.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was so worried that I would have to sit under the electric heater for half an hour to dry my hair, so I felt uncomfortable. I glanced at the clock, thinking that it was getting late, and I pulled my head away from the electric heater and left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man was left with a grumbling voice, wondering if he should get up from under the stove before his hair was dry. “Old man will be angry,” Kyawth Shing said. They ran up the stairs, tidied their wet hair in the room, and ran back down to the dining room, where everyone had almost finished eating.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a little bit of time left, and after eating the poetry, we had to gather downstairs in the hotel to go outside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The entire hotel was heated to make people forget the bitter cold outside, so the entire hotel didn't feel the cold as much.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as I pushed open the glass door of the hotel to go out, I was immediately hit by a cold wind that was brutally cold, stinging my face and stinging my ears. But my whole body, which was wet, was numb and my head was throbbing. My brain was so weak that it was almost numb. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe silk scarf tied over her wet hair was soaked with water, not enough to protect her from the cold. As she ran across the platform outside the hotel, her head felt as if it were being pricked with needles, causing her to feel a sharp pain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Immediately, my nose started to drip so much that I couldn't wipe it away in the car.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy body, which was covered in layers, was cold, and my head was cold, as if a large ice cube had been placed on my head. I watched and listened to the places I had visited that day, patiently and without losing my composure. The cold was overwhelming, the heat was stifling, and Moscow was beginning to feel like it was going to rain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I talk, I can't make a sound, and when I talk too much to make the other person hear me, I get tired. If I don't go out to make a sound and stay in a hotel for 1 or 2 days, my nasal mucus will disappear and my voice will come out, but I'm still exposed to the cold every day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e If they say, \"Auntie, can't you make a sound?\", they just say it's because they're too cold.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was on the phone, and Miss Samira, the interpreter from the cultural reception team, was asking if she could call the teacher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I told them that I didn't need to call a doctor, that I had some Burmese medicine, and that I didn't want to say that it was because I had washed my head, so I just had a cold and my voice was hoarse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI know that I am the only one who does not accept calling a doctor. Even though they say that there is no need to call a doctor, some people in the group insist on calling a doctor, so I insist on saying that there is Burmese medicine. They are wrongly thinking that what diseases they have are the reason they do not want to call a doctor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 2\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am someone who has completely given up English medicine. I have been free from English medicine and foreign medicine for about 7 years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen my husband died, I had a problem. When U Chit Maung Nay fell ill, I had to go to one of the famous doctors one by one. One doctor diagnosed the patient with measles and gave him measles medicine. When that doctor didn’t help, another doctor diagnosed the patient with measles instead of “measles” and gave him measles medicine. The disease spread under that doctor’s care, and when the patient’s condition improved, it was not measles or measles. He decided to take him to the hospital for a brain scan. After being taken to the hospital and a spinal tap, he died.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere were only twelve days from the day he started to feel hot until the day he died. He was so unhappy that he couldn't help but watch his life pass away so quickly before his eyes, and that was when a problem arose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe problem was, why did the three doctors differ in their treatment of the three types of pain? Eventually, I began to suspect that English medicine was unreliable when it came to such matters. This suspicion was not a mere suspicion, but one that grew stronger as I thought about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf, as is the custom of patients, they were satisfied with the idea that “they were treated by great doctors, but their illness was so severe that they could not be cured,” English medicine would not be a good choice. Up to now, if something happened, they would not be able to take or eat any other medicine except English medicine, and whether they would recover or not, whether they would die or not, they would continue to live in the world by following the path that all people follow, relying on English medicine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe dissatisfaction caused by being spared begins to give rise to suspicion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When reporters asked, “What disease did you die from so quickly?”, Masa Shin did not give a precise answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I don’t know what disease he died of. One doctor said he had chickenpox, another said he had measles, and another said he had brain disease,” I was not satisfied with the answer I received. If it was chickenpox or measles, English medicine wouldn’t cure it. Only Burmese medicine could cure it, and the words that were said in the past stuck in my ears.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, wondering if Burmese medicine was really that good, I started to study Burmese medicine. Whenever I had time, I collected and read medical texts and gradually approached Burmese physicians.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Burmese doctors I met were only doctors who had read a couple of medical books, tried their hand at it, and then hung up their signs to teach. I was even more disappointed with these doctors than with the English doctors.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My problem is that I am skeptical of English medicine and I do not trust Burmese medicine. I am stuck in a dilemma, trying to decide between this and that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDuring that time, I had a bout of diarrhea that usually occurs during the rainy season. When I had diarrhea, I called the doctor and was told, “If I take acetaminophen, it will go away.” I knew for sure that it would not go away all at once, but would come back in the next rainy season. I had a kind of wisdom that had matured from the experience of suffering for 5 years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe pain was getting worse, so I called a doctor and knew that if I took the usual medicine, it would go away. I was skeptical about English medicine, but I didn't want to get rid of it with that kind of medicine. I wanted to get rid of the pain that would never come back, so I thought about what I could do without calling a doctor. I kept on taking no medicine, and my body was getting weak. Finally, I decided that I would risk my life to study Burmese medicine, even if I wanted to die.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause of his intense desire and intense research, he met an ancient Burmese physician, and after receiving treatment, his pain was immediately relieved and the root cause was eliminated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI kept my eyes on the teacher's treatment method, the way it made the disease disappear instantly. I was curious about why this mysterious treatment method could be used in this way. I studied it tirelessly and diligently, and I began to realize the hidden brilliance of ancient Burmese folk medicine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter studying for about three years, I began to understand Burmese medicine a little. Saw Oo, the editor of the famous journal and newspaper Hitting, was suffering from the plague, so he went in and tried it himself without asking a doctor, and he recovered. With the permission of the teacher, he tried to treat various diseases with Burmese medicine. He treated not only men, women, children, and adults with acute and chronic diseases, but also with leprosy, large and small ulcers, and the healing was interesting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile I was busy with my work on the newspaper, I also treated my close friends and relatives with charity. When I was studying medicine, I had very little free time, so after finishing my newspaper work, I had the opportunity to study from 1 to 2 o'clock in the morning, and from 2 to 3 o'clock in the morning, I studied without sleeping. For me, I could stay up all night. I could stay up all day for 1 to 2 days. I could stay up all night, and I could sleep for a while during the day. When the newspaper was destroyed, I went to three printing houses all night to print the newspaper for about fifteen days. After the newspapers were delivered, I would sit and work all day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause of such a lack of sleep and lack of food, he became thinner and thinner day by day. He was too against the rules and did not take care of his health, and finally, he closed the newspaper office and went away to live. Then, he had the opportunity to study medicine properly. He first experimented with plants, making a living tree die, a dying tree come to life, a fruitless tree grow fruit, etc. He then experimented with animals. He became interested in the principles of chemistry and physics in folk medicine. He also experimented with the body, which was covered with skin and bones, and tried to control and correct it in a proper way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnly those close to me know about the medical treatment I underwent to make me fat and slim in four or five months. Those who are not close to me may not know that I am pursuing Burmese medicine, or that I have abandoned English medicine, and may think that I am a modern woman who trusts and accepts English medicine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince my mother was born, she had only taken English medicine. She did not trust Burmese medicine, never licked salt, did not put Burmese mouthwash on her tongue, took aspirin for headaches, and used Frusac for constipation. She bought and used all kinds of English medicine bottles, such as stimulants, blood pressure medicines, and digestive medicines, which cost a lot of money. People also often got sick. Later, I kept various English medicines in my house. If there was anything in between, I would call a doctor and get a prescription. I thought too little of Burmese medicine and did not use any medicine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBurmese medicine is a vast and profound field of knowledge. 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The heartbreaking story of a character who finds herself in a life of misery due to this dissimilar marriage structure and “excessive love” is very well-written with the rose in the middle of the Paung Chaung Club depicted on the cover of the book. It makes us see and feel the negative reaction of cultural conflict and what can be called ultra love. Once, a university student from Kyaiklatt, who was studying English Literature and Burmese Literature, said to her teacher, “I have read the book ‘Mone Do Ma Hu’ forty times. \"I will continue to read it in the future.\" It is based on a deep understanding of race, religion, culture, and character.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe novel \"Mone. Mahu\" will undoubtedly bring a clear vision and a sharp feeling to the reader's mind and heart. \"Mone. Mahu\" has been printed and published nine times by various Myanmar literary publishers since 1955. The following are the translations of the novel \"Mone. Mahu\" into foreign languages.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChinese translation\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The Chinese translation under the name Ba shihen\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePublished by the Department of Oriental Studies, Peking University in September 1985. The authors are Liang Fan (Burmese name Daw Than Than) and Yang Pinyan (Burmese name U Maung Shein). The number of copies is 9,100 (nine thousand one hundred) and the book price is 1.3 Chinese yuan. The special points mentioned in the introduction are:•• How to regret being a victim of Western culture and “a warning bell for young people who want to admire the West and think of themselves as inferior.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEnglish translation\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"NOT OUT OF HATE\" was translated into English by Sosye Sades and published in 1991 by the Center for International Studies at Ohio University, USA.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTranslated by Margaret Aung Thwin, edited by R. H. Frederik, Associate Professor of History at the University of Iowa, and written by Anna Allot, Professor of Burmese at the School of Oriental and African Studies, University of London, England. Glopoiwas despose$con Robert B. Vore, University of Washington, wrote the 'Afterword'. The translation includes a map, explanations, supplements, and notes. It is the first time a Burmese novel has been translated into English outside of Burma. It is considered a work that can clearly and vividly describe the role of the great journalist Ma Malay in the history of Burmese literature and the conflict between Western and Burmese culture for those who study Burmese literature and colonial history. The number of copies published is unknown. The price is US $ 20.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrench translation\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe French translation of “Mone.mahu” was translated by Professor Jean Claude Ange and Dr. Khin Lay Myint and published by L'Harmatian, Department of Asian Literature (Burmese) in 1994. It is the first Burmese-language translation of a work into French. It also includes the lines from Rudyard Kipling's The Road To Mandalay (1887) mope, “The bells in the wind through the leaves call the British soldier to return to Mandalay,” and the line from the book The Burmese Challenge (1940) “We have a plan to overthrow the British machinery of government.” The editor is GP: Popow. 30,000 copies have been printed and the price is 35 kophet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe article provides a summary of the story \"Hate Me Not,\" and examines the conflict between Western cultural influence and ethnic culture. 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Now...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Win May.. why are you still awake? Is your fever coming back? I wonder if you can hug my neck. Huh... are you crying? I think you have a headache.” - “No problem, Auntie, Win May can get up. Have you bought food yet? Have you talked yet?” she asked hesitantly, reluctant to get up and sat down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I told you, if the boss comes, I won’t even get flowers. I didn’t even have to sit at the machine to collect the flowers, I even took half a day off from school because my mother came to pick me up in a big car to give me the flowers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ah... the minister is coming soon. Did he say that?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... I'm drinking a gift of cake. My dears, my dears, my dears, the Prime Minister is coming on the train tomorrow at noon. My dears, you have to dress up and give me flowers. And you have to dress like a princess. My mother has come to sew a dress for me.\" I said while eating and drinking. Be quick, be quick, be quick.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's been a month since I last saw you, so I wanted to see you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I've done it again, Win May. Please listen to my words. I'll see if I can make you a big fool again. He's living a good life and... he's not the kind of person who can tell you that he's a daughter or a mother.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFeeling pity for Win May who was crying, he said, \"Forget it, Win May... forget it.\" \"I can't have the courage to forget my own daughter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Didn’t you think this would happen when I gave you milk?” Win May asked. “I’m asking again. I begged you not to ask me that. If I tell you, I’ll go crazy. If I don’t tell you who my father is and who my mother is, you’ll never know in this life. It’s an impossible life.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is his father still alive? Does his father know that I gave him the money?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe rain had stopped and Win May opened the awning she had put up. She saw the moonlight shining on the green rice fields, and she couldn't help but feel sad and went away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I didn't give it to you, Ari,\" he said, sounding sad and angry. He didn't look at Ari, but just turned his face towards the field and stared blankly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'I am at the nursery. Please search, please investigate, I know that they will find out. Besides, I don't know anything. : I'm crying too much, so I don't ask. Don't tell me, Aye.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes. I'm asking because I'm not feeling well,\" said Auntie Hla, trembling with sadness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, Ari Hla was a single woman, very happy, but she had no children to support her. When she came to this city, she was wandering around without knowing where she was, and she found refuge only when she met Ari Hla. She even looked after her mother like a child. When she was with her father in Letpadan, she worked with her nieces and nephews near their house. Her father was a government employee, so whenever he went out, he would stay with them at night and watch over them. Since she did not have a mother like her, she loved her very much. Soon, Ari Hla did not get along with her nieces and moved to this city and lived there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey were separated and then they met when he said that he had a daughter in this city. While he was sick, he lived a life of having to look after everything his aunt had to provide for him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Win May also threw down the flower and went to her cousin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I slowly turned around and saw that Su was staring at me with tears streaming down her face. I couldn't control myself anymore and continued.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I'm crying.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'Ari... I'm a little bit bad about myself. I'm not hiding it. I'm so unhappy that I can't talk about it. Ari also doesn't know, a father and a daughter. It was very intense, and ari left the house, and a friend of my father came to our house to investigate whether his son should be admitted to a boarding school in this city. After investigating, he went back and not long after, he brought his son and enrolled him. My father also said that even though you are boarding at the school, you should think of it as your own parents' house, and if you have any problems, come and go, don't be shy. Every Sunday, I used to come to the house. So, I found out that on Sunday, when he came, my father was on a trip. I also didn't have anyone to talk to, so I sat down and talked for a while, and when I didn't show up, I asked him to make coffee, and when he came in, he came and started talking to me, saying things like \"I like you.\" I didn't just talk, but I became violent and violent and robbed him of my love. At this time, I was also angry, I was too embarrassed to scream or shout, so I forced her to leave. When my father came back, I couldn't control myself. He didn't come for three weeks. My father called me back because he had something to do, and since then he's been coming back and forth. My father apologized and after a while I had to accept his love. My father had to move to another city secretly so that my father wouldn't know. At this time, he also finished his exams and didn't come back. One night, they went on a date and he said that he loved me so much that he couldn't break up, and that they shouldn't get angry. He said that if he stayed in college, he would write to me often and come back. Let's say that they broke up since then. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Shortly after we moved to the city, I started feeling unwell, so I wrote to him, and he didn’t come to the wrong college, even though he gave me a date. I also cried because I had a lot of things to do. My father didn’t dare to tell me. My father said that when he got there, he got drunk with his friends. At first, he was very angry, but he didn’t say anything about it. So, let’s keep it short. After about two months, I ran away from home and hid with a monk in Sagaing. I didn’t dare to tell my father about it, so I got angry and wrote to him as if he was following me. I applied for school from Sagaing, and after the exams, he wrote that he would come any day, but then he didn’t answer the letter. It was difficult to follow him, and he got into trouble.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat a shame. So when I saw my daughter, the teacher said. I didn't understand either. I told her to go to my sister's house and see her. She was also a widow, a prostitute, and poor. I had to take care of the children I brought. Sometimes I told her that it would be better if these children were not read. She also said that if she had known earlier, she would have destroyed them. One day, towards dusk, I saw the child's face. It was raining. The baby was stillborn. When I said stillborn, I was crying, and I was crying, and I was crying. I didn't want to let her sleep through the day, so I went to the old woman at dusk. I also tried to get her well. I wrote to my father to accept her, saying that my husband was no longer there, but he didn't reply. I sent money when he said he would come later. The day I returned home, my father was not there. When the people who asked me to go to Ko Myat Htun's wedding said, \"I'm going to the 30th wedding,\" I was so shocked. Oh... Dad, I went to the wedding of my son-in-law. I remembered that I didn't know anything and I...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo I was angry and sad because of a very cruel man who didn't come to me, a mean man. When my father came back, he didn't talk to me much, and his heart was not good for a day. Years passed, and the incident was already deep, and he couldn't forget it. After that, my father suddenly passed away, and he broke up with a friend and went to the market. He closed the shop, and he couldn't do anything. When he was in a bad mood, he went to Sagaing and asked his brother, \"Is this little girl with someone else?\" My brother asked curiously and laughed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"No, my dear. When I arrived in Sagaing, the old lady, who was staying with the teacher for a while, came to see me one day. If I saw her, she would show me her face and come to me. Who told you, where did you hear it? No, I thought it was strange, so I asked her what she said. Tell me, my dear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDon't be shy, tell me, my dear, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... - The child is not buried, I'm still working on burying him in the cemetery, but when he comes back alive, he's still helpless. One of the people who sent him to the cemetery said that he heard the baby crying. When I saw him, I asked him about the benefits. He said that I can't tell the father of this child, and he wants to spend the money.... This child\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI brought it to you because I thought it was dead. My mother is also dead, and I have no relatives. They asked me to bury her as if she was dead. You are also crazy about children. When I said that if you want to have children, I will take it, and the old man happily gave me money.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI gave her a small amount and took her away. I also felt sorry for her. I asked her where she was from and she said that she had moved to this city. She had given me 25 kyats to go once and would never come back. She had grown up and was already going to school. She had called me Amar Lay..and so on. I was so sad that I came back the same day. I heard that this old woman had passed away. When I came back, she was in no condition and started smoking. Oh... I was just imagining it. How would my daughter be? Who would she look like? I wanted to see her. I didn't want to tell her. I couldn't bear not seeing her for a long time, so I came here. When I arrived in this city, it was school time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I found a school and got into it. I didn't even dare ask, I just met her while I was hanging out in front of the school.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He kept talking about all the things he wanted to say, but he didn't pay attention to his sister. After he finished talking, he looked at his sister and saw that she was in tears. He couldn't control himself anymore and started crying again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Oh, let it be fate. It’s not just the men who are being blamed, but the men who are being blamed are also the ones who are being blamed. There are so many of these people that I’m afraid of them these days. Men, men. They are the ones who are being blamed. They are still being called noble because they avoid their mothers and sisters. Let’s answer with the law. Let’s say that the mother is the child’s mother. Is it difficult? And since the other one is called Uwe, the mother is the one who is being blamed, and the other one is the one who is being blamed. Forget it, Fire. Don’t see me, don’t want to see me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Did I ask you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I asked. I asked. I looked at the old woman who came with her grandmother and asked if the old woman who was crying was not coming. I also thought that if her parents heard about it, she would not let me see her. She said she was her grandmother's daughter.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Win May, however, sobbed and said in a low voice, \"It would be better if you said this, Bones.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat night, Ari Hla and Win May couldn't sleep, thinking about Ari Hla and Win May. The past flashed back and forth, and Win May, who was in a state of grief, could only comfort her by saying, \"Sleep, sleep, daughter.\" Win May, who loved her daughter and couldn't speak as a mother, lay there, thinking about her problem, exhausted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWin May was also rolling around and crying, so she pulled the mosquito net on the other side of the bed and woke him up, saying, “Ari Hla, Ari Hla.” “What’s up, Win May?” she asked excitedly. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll go see how beautiful my daughter is. When is it, Ari Hla? I’ll go see how beautiful she is. This is the only time, Ari Hla. I’ll never see her again. I want to see the island. Tell me the time, Ari Hla, tell me,” she said, waving her hand and asking him over and over again. She didn’t want to say it, but she managed to say, “One day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sun was scorching hot. It was hot above, hot below, and my whole body was scorched by the sun. I felt as if I was going to die alive in the burning fire, and I tried to walk as fast as possible towards the station. Every now and then, the sound of a drum beat from the station, which entered my ears and struck my heart, making me feel sad and like I wanted to cry. I kept muttering, “My daughter, how beautiful she is, how lovely she is!” and as I walked, I was trembling.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA large crowd gathered in groups in the yard and outside the station. The closer they got to the sound of the drum, the more their hearts beat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe crowd, not just one here and there, was gathering in groups, so the court was in a big circle, and there was no space between them, so there was no space. The sun was hot, the crowd was noisy, and the smell was bad. In addition, he had no strength to stand on, and he felt heavy and tired, as if someone had laid on him. He sat down under the shade of a nearby tree for a while... \"We're here, we're here,\" the crowd shouted at once, but he couldn't answer. He was worried that he wouldn't be seen. He pushed with all his strength, but the audience didn't move, and he just sat there, panting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFinally, unable to help himself, the audience could not see him, and the shame could not be felt anymore, and the daughter, who had been sitting at his feet earlier, carried him to the tree stump where he had been resting, and went away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHer daughter was dressed in a beautiful dress, a simple dress, and a short skirt, and the diamonds and gold lights were shining all over her body, making her look like a little angel. The two husband and wife, who were called father and mother, were also mocking Win May, who was looking at her daughter with a ponso, a ponso, and a ponso, and Win May couldn't help but feel sad. She felt a little sad that they had taken her place. She couldn't help but want to hug her daughter and kiss her, but her whole heart was filled with love and affection, so she didn't even see the Prime Minister and his wife coming down from the white carriage. She smiled and took the bouquet from her daughter's hand, and then she saw the Prime Minister. Oh my God... my daughter... my father. Oh my God, \"Don't you look at me, little one?\" he cried, his heart pounding, and he covered his face with his hands. He didn't know what was happening...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Prime Minister's welcome party was packed with people, some of whom had to watch from a tree because they couldn't find a place to sit. 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He watched the two men running away with all his might with the flashlight, and when he finished, he thought, \"They are thieves and robbers,\" and left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm going to pick up a large leather box on the way. Tonight, I came home by car, not to Yangon, but to a long journey to get on a ship that would leave in the morning at Botahtaung Port, where I would sleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe two Japanese tourists who were leaving the large leather box at the tourist spot had to pick it up. It was not because they had left it without picking it up, but because they were the only ones who could return it after investigating the owner, they had to pick it up as they were responsible for doing so.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf he wanted to meet the owner of the property overnight and knew where he was, he would have gone and given it to him right away. Now, he couldn't find the owner of the property overnight and had to pick it up, but he couldn't bear the burden of carrying it on the road that morning. He dragged the leather box onto the car, muttering to himself, \"I'm going to leave tomorrow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Mandalay Asan ship was moving slowly. It was a large ship and a heavy load, so it could only move slowly, which was very tiring for the passengers. I was alone in the cabin, without a companion in the cabin, and I was eating and drinking like the passengers outside, and I couldn't forget the long journey. The ship was still lazing around, measuring how many inches and feet the shallow water was below the ship, and I was even more tired.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had come to his bedroom because his eyes were getting tired from standing there leaning against the ship's rail, looking at the scenery that could not be seen from below.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as he entered the doorway, he saw the large box he had brought the night before. The lid of the box was slightly dented and the hinges were open. At this, Saw Saw's dazed thoughts completely disappeared and he pulled the box out from under the bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI looked at the box with interest, looking around, reading each of the letters MML, written in white paint and in English, on the lid.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Is it a foreigner's property or a Burmese property? If it's Burmese, who will be the most important? Thinking about how much they will be spared, he pressed the open doors tightly and closed them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe box had been unlocked since the witches had thrown it away. He tried to close it, but the box was already cooked and could not be closed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was worried that boys would break into his room and make out with the bed, and if he didn't lock it, something inside would be lost. So he tried to lock it again. No matter how hard he tried, the locked box wouldn't budge. He kicked it open and left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDisappointed, he sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the untidy box with an uncomfortable expression on his face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's a pity\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He also complained and thought of a way to be safe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The idea is to swap the items in this box with your own box.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe knew the number of his belongings and even if they were lost, it didn't matter, but he was worried that something would be lost from the box he had picked up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHere, after jumping off the bed, he pulled out his box from under the bed. Soon, he spread out all his clothes, which were in the box, on the bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There was still more to be done from the next piece of paper, so I took up only half of the space and put it in. He seemed to be happy because he was doing something, and he was whistling while he was doing it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne thing was done for one box. He pushed his old box aside and pulled the new box in front of him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After bending over to open the lid of the box, he found himself unable to open the lid even after bending over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was reluctant to open someone else's box without permission. He had never had this kind of behavior before, and his hands and feet were not quick. He used to be quick and agile, but now he was hesitant, so he bent his back slowly to open it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Chit Swe was afraid. Not because he was afraid of the owner, not because he was afraid of the box, not because he was afraid of the contents in the box, but because he knew that he would break his moral code.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is fear that keeps us back, .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKnowing that good things will happen, I kept on hiding. Because of that thought, the box did not open in a single burst, but slowly, like a magician, opened with a trickle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A large, white cloth was placed over the top. The edges were pressed together and pressed together, making it difficult to turn the cloth over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI couldn't imagine why it was covered with this cloth. I sat there for a moment, staring at it. After a moment of hesitation, I slowly stretched out my arms and gently pulled the two corners from the left side, pulling them halfway up the box. As I pulled the cloth, it appeared as if it was a stack of paper bags... I got used to the idea of ​​\"cloth\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he finally pulled the curtain to the other side, he stopped breathing and fell flat on his back on the floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLace bodices were folded in half, women's outerwear was folded in half, and linen blouses were folded in half, and underwear was folded in half, and bras, linen, blouses, and flower-print fabrics were folded in half. In every space between the piles, there were silver coins, face powder, body powder, and other cosmetics, as well as square-shaped paper boxes, long boxes, and paper boxes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe work, which was neatly and systematically placed in a place where it could be placed, was revealed and displayed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He never had close contact with any woman until he was 36 or 37 years old.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He had no mother, no sister, and was a bachelor and alone. He moved to a government job and was known in every city as a monk and a provincial official.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince returning from Bila, my older brother has been pressuring me to marry a woman. I have been pleading with him to let me live in peace and quiet, and to let him suffer the pain of a son and a wife.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis parents abandoned him when he was young, and he was raised and nurtured from a young age, but he did not have any children. He felt a deep sense of regret for his older brother, who was unable to marry a woman despite the bond he had with him, like a brother and a son.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was burdened as if he had to go up to the roof of a house and worship a woman.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery time I was told to seek and obtain what I wanted, I never thought about the importance of getting a wife...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm not a guy who would ever be \"sloppy\". Do guys like you still find women?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was always blamed by his brother.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, I have found a woman for you from Yenangyaung and I am going with you. I have nothing to say about her looks, wealth or intelligence. I have sent you many letters every weekend asking you to come and have a look, but I have no desire to go because I feel it is urgent for a woman.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You didn't come, should I get engaged? If I get engaged, you'll have to take it. You're so hot for me, my dear, I'm so sorry, my little brother. You, I want to settle down only after marriage. I can't bear to live alone like this. I still have a lot of things to do. You're not hot, but I'm hot. I'm not young anymore. I don't want to miss out on this opportunity while I still have time. I can't wait for you. I'll get engaged.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was only concerned about his own feelings, and he was only concerned about making himself feel better, and he was taking the matter of marrying a woman lightly, thinking that it was just like his older brother's.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Although he was being called with chains to come quickly, he wrote back saying that he would come by ship in peace, and then he boarded the ship.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have never even thought about marriage. I have never thought about marriage because I have never thought about it. When I am busy with work, I spend my time reading, which is my hobby.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was a man who didn't care much about women. 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မြေမှုန့်များလိမ်းကျံပေစွန်းလျက်ရှိသော အင်္ကျီ ထဘီတို့မှာ ချော်လဲလာသူကဲ့သို့ လူမြင်မကောင်း သူမြင်မကောင်း ဖြစ်နေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလမ်းမပေါ်၌ အဆက်မပြတ်မြင်ရသော မြေကြီးကိုသာ ငုံ့စိုက်ကြည့် လာလျက် ရင်ထဲ၌ တဒိတ်ဒိတ်ခုန်နေသည်။ ခြေထောက်တို့ကို အနိုင်နိုင်လှမ်း ၍ လျှောက်ရ၏။ လျှောက်လာရင်း လှသည် ဆို့ကျပ်လာသောရင်ကို ပေါ့ပါး သွားအောင် ငိုချလိုက်ချင်သည်။ အားရပါးရ စိတ်ရှိလက်ရှိ အော်ဟစ်၍သာ ငိုပစ်လိုက်ချင်သည်။ “လှ”အဖို့၌ ဘေးပတ်ဝန်းကျင်ကို ငဲ့နေရသည်။မျက်ရည်များ ပြည့်လျက်ရှိသော မျက်လုံးကို လူမြင်မှာလည်း စိုးရသည်။ ပတ်ဝန်းကျင်ရှိ အရာအားလုံးတို့သည် ကွယ်ပျောက်သွားကြကုန်လျက်\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလှ လျှောက်နေသော မြေနီလမ်းနှင့် လှသာလျှင် ဤလောကကြီး၌ရှိကာ တစ်သက်ပတ်လုံး မဆုံးနိုင်အောင် လျှောက်နေလိုက်ချင်မိသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eအိမ်နှင့်နီးလာလေလေ ရင်လေးသထက် လေးလေလေ၊ မျက်လုံးတွင် တွဲလဲခိုလိုက်လာကြသော မျက်ရည်ဥများကို ဆတ်ခါချလိုက်ကာ ခေါင်းကို ပင့်၍ ရှေ့သို့ လှမ်းမျှော်၍ ကြည့်လိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလမ်းတစ်ဖက်၌ မြောင်းကို တံတားကလေးထိုးလျက် ဝါးထရံကာ သွပ်မိုး တစ်ထပ်အိမ်အိုကလေးရှိသည်။ ခေါင်းရင်းဘက် အခန်းမှ စေ့ထားသော အိမ်တံခါးပေါက်ကို မြင်ရသည်။ ခြေရင်းခန်းမှာ အိမ်ရှင် ဈေးထွက်၍ သော့ ခတ်ထားလေသည်။ အိမ်က အထွက် စေ့ထားခဲ့သော တံခါးပေါက်မှာ ဖွင့်သူ ဝင်သူ ရှိပုံ မရ၊ စေ့၍ပင် နေလေသည်။ လှမှာ ပိတ်စေ့ထားခဲ့သော တံခါးကို လှမ်းကြည့်ကာ မျက်ရည်များ ဝဲလာသည်။ ။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eအိမ်ရှေ့ရောက်၍ လမ်းကူးတံတားကလေးကို ဖြတ်နင်းမိလျှင် မျက်ရည်စင်အောင် မျက်တောင်တဖျပ်ဖျပ်ခတ် ခါချလိုက်ကာ လက်ခုံနှင့် ပွတ်သုတ်လိုက်သည်။ ခြေသံမမြည်အောင် အိမ်ပေါ်သို့ လှမ်းတက်လိုက်သည်။ တံခါးကို အသာကလေး တွန်းဖွင့်ဝင်လိုက်ကာ အသံမမြည်အောင် ပြန်စေ့ ခဲ့ပြီးမှ ခြေဖျားထောက်ကာ အတွင်းသို့ ဝင်သွားသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eအိမ်ရှေ့ခန်းကို ဝါးထရံနှင့် ကာခြားထားကာ အတွင်းဘက် အခန်း ထောင့်၌ `သက်သက်”မှာ အညာစောင်ကို ခေါင်းမြီးခြုံလျက် ပက်လက်လှန် လျက် အိပ်နေသည်။ ခြေသံကြား၍ မျက်နှာပေါ်မှ စောင်ကို ဆွဲလှစ်လိုက် ကာ လှကို အားယူကာ စိုက်ကြည့်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e““စိတ်ပူလိုက်တာ သက်သက်ရယ်၊ အဖျားတက်နေခိုက်နဲ့ ကြုံနေ သလားလို့ ပူလိုက်ရတာ၊ လေယာဉ်ပျံတွေလာတော့ ကျင်းထဲဆင်းနေရဲ့လား\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဟင့်...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလှသည် မျက်စိမျက်နှာ ပျက်ပျက်ဖြင့် သက်သက်၏ မျက်နှာကို မရဲတရဲ ကြည့်၍ ပြောသည်။ သက်သက်မှာ အဖျားမကျသေးချေ၊ ဖြူဝင်းနေ သည့် မျက်နှာကလေးမှာ ညစ်ထပ်ထပ်နှင့် နီညှိုးနေသည်။ မျက်တောင်များစင်းကျလျက်ရှိသော မျက်လုံးများမှာ မပွင့်တပွင့်ဖြင့် အရောင်အဆင်းပင် မရှိသလောက် မှိန်ဖျော့နေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“မထနိုင်တာနဲ့ ကျင်းထဲ မဆင်းတော့ဘူး၊ ဗုံးတွေကြဲတော့ လှနဲ့ ဘယ်နေရာများ တွေ့နေပါ့မလဲနဲ့ ပူလိုက်ရတာ၊ ဥဩသံ ကြားကတည်းက လှအတွက် ထိတ်သွားတာပဲ”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်သည် ချည့်နဲ့နဲ့အသံကလေးဖြင့် တစ်လုံးချင်းပြောလျက် လှ မျက်နှာကို မျက်တောင်ပင့်၍ စိုက်ကြည့်လိုက်ပြန်သည်။ လှမလာခင် လှအတွက် တစ်ချိန်လုံး စိတ်ပူနေရှာမှာကို လှက သိလေသည်။ “လှ”မှာ လေကြောင်းရန် ဥဩသံကြားလျှင် နေစရာ မရှိအောင် သတိလစ်မတတ် အကြောက်မွှန်တတ်သူဖြစ်သည်။ လေယာဉ်ပျံလာလျှင် အိမ်အောက်ဆင်းပြေး ရန် အိမ်ပေါ်ကအဆင်း အိမ်ခေါင်မိုးနှင့် လူနှင့် မလွတ်ဘူးထင်ပြီး ခေါင်းနှင့် မြေကြီးနှင့် ထိမတတ် ကုန်းထွက်ကာ ဆင်းပြေးသည်အထိ အကြောက်မွှန် သည်။ ကျင်းထဲ၌လည်း သက်သက်ကို တအားဖက်ထားကာ ဆတ်ဆတ် တုန်နေတတ်သည်။ သက်သက်က မကြောက်ရန် အထပ်ထပ်အားပေးနေရ သည်။ လှအတွက် ကြောက်အားကြီးပြီး ဒုက္ခဖြစ်မှာကိုပဲ စိုးပူနေရသည်။ တစ်ယောက်က တရားလွန် သိပ်ကြောက်နေ၍ မိမိပါ အတူကြောက်နေရန် မဖြစ်တော့ဘဲ လှအတွက် လှရှေ့တွင် မကြောက်သလို သတ္တိဆောင်ကာ အကြောက်မှ သက်သာပါစေတော့ဟု ရဲပြနေရခြင်းဖြင့် တစ်စစ တကယ်ပင် သက်သက်မှာ ရဲသွားတော့သည်။ ရဲလွန်းအားကြီး၍ လှကပင် အပြစ်တင်ရ တော့သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ထင်သားပဲ၊ လှမရှိရင် သက်သက် ကျင်းထဲဆင်းမှာ မဟုတ်ဘူး။ ဆင်းလိုက်ရောပေါ့ သက်သက်ရယ်၊ ဒါလောက်တောင် အတင့်မရဲပါနဲ့”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်သည် လှအား မျက်တောင်မခတ် စိုက်ကြည့်နေလျက် စကားဆုံးအောင် နားထောင်ပြီးမှ “ဒါနဲ့ နေရာကျခဲ့တယ် မဟုတ်လားလှ ́ဟု မေးလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလှမှာ “နေရာကျခဲ့တယ် မဟုတ်လား”ဟု မေးလိုက်သော မေးခွန်းကို ရုတ်တရက် မပြောရက် မဖြေရက်နိုင်ချေ။ ရုတ်တရက် မဖြေရက်၍ တွဲလောင်း ကျနေသော ခြင်ထောင်စကို လှမ်းဆွဲသိမ်းကာ ခြင်ထောင်မိုးပေါ်သို့ လုံးထွေး တင်ရင်း လည်လာသော မျက်ရည်စကို သက်သက်မမြင်စေရန် ထိုခြင်ထောင်ရယ်”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eအသံမတုန်ရီစေချင်ခါမှ လှအသံမှာ သိသိသာသာ တုန်တုန်ရီရီကြီး ထွက် သွားသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဦးမြကြီး ပေးလိုက်တဲ့ ငွေထုပ်ကြီး ကျပျောက်သွားတယ် သက်သက်ရယ်\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဟင်...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်၏ အသံသည် နာကြည်းသဖြင့် ဆွေးမြည့်နေသော အက်သံမျိုးဖြင့် ရှည်လျားစွာပင် ဆွဲမြည်သွားသည်။ ကြေကွဲစရာ ပိုကောင်းနေ၏။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e လှမှာ ဖွင့်မပြောရခင်ကသာ မငိုမိအောင် ချုပ်တည်းထားနိုင်လျက် ဖွင့်ပြောလိုက်ပြီးသည့်နောက် တစ်စက်ကလေးမျှ ချုပ်တည်း၍ မရနိုင်ဘဲ မျက်ရည်များ တပေါက်ပေါက်ကျလာကာ ခေါင်းကို ငုံ့မြဲပင် ငုံထားရင်း ရှိုက်၍ ငိုနေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလှငိုနေတော့မှ သက်သက်သည် လှထံမှ မျက်လုံးကို ခွာလိုက်ကာ လေးလံစွာဖြင့် ပြန်မှိတ်ထားလိုက်သည်။ အမှန်စင်စစ် လှနှင့်သာ အတူတူရော၍ သက်သက်ပါ ငိုလိုက်ချင်သည်။ ဖြစ်လာသည့် အဖြစ်က ငိုချင်စရာကောင်းလှ သည်။ တစ်ပူပေါ် နှစ်ပူဆင့်လာသော ဒုက္ခကြီးမှာ ငိုဖို့ရာပင် ရှိတော့သည်။ ငိုရမှာလည်း အခက်၊ ပိုမို စိတ်မကောင်းမှာ မဖြစ်စေချင်ခြင်းကြောင့် လှနှင့် ရော၍ မျက်ရည်မကျမိစေရန် အောင့်အည်းချုပ်တည်းနေရသည်။ အတွင်းကျိတ် ကြိတ်မှိတ် ပူဆွေးခံစားနေရသော အသွင်မှာ ပေါ်နေကာ တစ်မျက်နှာလုံး ညိုမည်းနေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်မှာ တစ်စုံတစ်ရာ မပြောဘဲ တိတ်ဆိတ်သွားခြင်းကြောင့် လှသည် ဖျတ်ခနဲ သက်သက်ကို မော့ကြည့်လိုက်သည်။ စိတ်မချမ်းမသာ ဖြစ်သွားရှာကာ ငြိမ်သက်တိတ်ဆိတ်စွာ ဆွေးလောင်နေသော ပုံပန်းကို ကြာ ရှည် မကြည့်ရက် မရှုရက်လျက် “သက်သက်ရယ်... ́ဟု လှမ်းခေါ်လိုက်ကာ ပူချစ်နေသော လက်ကလေးကို ဆုပ်ကိုင်လိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်၏ မျက်လုံးများသည် မပွင့်တပွင့် ပြန်ပွင့်လာသည်။ ခြေရင်းဘက်သို့ ခပ်စင်းစင်း စိုက်ထားလျက် ငြိမ်သက်စွာ ဖြစ်နေပြန်သည်။ ရင်တစ်ခုသာ နိမ့်ချည်မြင့်ချည် လှုပ်ရှားလျက် ရှိသည်။ စိုက်မိစိုက်ရာ စိုက်ထားသော အသက်ထွက်လုထွက်ခင် လူမမာရုပ်နှင့် တူနေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e သက်သက်က ဝင်ပြောလိုက်သည်။ သက်သက်မှာ ဆက်မပြောနိုင် တော့ဘဲ ငိုင်လှိုင်သွားသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်သည် လှ ဝင်လာကတည်းက ပျော်ပျော်ပါးပါး ဆူဆူ ညံညံ ပြေးဝင်မလာ၍ နေရာမကျခဲ့ခြင်းကို ရိပ်မိသော်လည်း ငွေထုပ်ပါ လုံးလုံး ကျပျောက်ခဲ့လိမ့်မည်ဟု မတွေးမထင်မိခဲ့ချေ။ လှကိုလည်း အပြစ် မတင်လိုပေ။ အကြောက်ကြီး ကြောက်ပြီး လူပါ အန္တရာယ်မဖြစ်သွားတာပင်တော်ပါသေးရဲ့ဟု အောက်မေ့ရတော့သည်။ မိမိတို့နှစ်ယောက်စလုံး၏ ကံတူ အကျိုးပေး၊ ဘဝဆိုး၊ အဖြစ်ဆိုးကိုသာ အကြောင်းချလျက် တစိမ့်စိမ့်ကြေကွဲ လျက် ရှိသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ရှာလို့ မတွေ့တော့လေ စိတ်ညစ်လိုက်တာမှ သက်သက်ရယ် သေချင်ရော။ စောစောက ဗုံးထဲ ပါသွားရင်လည်း အကောင်းသား”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“အို...လှရယ်၊ ဘယ်လို ပြောလိုက်တာလဲကွယ်”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလှ၏ ရှိုက်သံ ငိုသံတို့သည် ရင်ထုမနာကြီး ဖြစ်သွားသော သက်သက်၏ အသည်း နှလုံးကို လာ၍ ရိုက်ခတ်နေကြသည်။ သက်သက်သည် ရင်ကို လက်ဖြင့် ဖိလျက် လှဘက်သို့ စောင်းလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဦးမြကြီး မျက်နှာကို လှ မကြည့်ဝံဘူး သက်သက်ရယ်၊ သူ့ မျက်နှာကို ဘယ်လို ကြည့်ပြီး ဘယ်လိုလုပ် ပြောရမှာလဲ၊ ဒါကြောင့် သေချင်တာပါ”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဒါဖြင့် သူတို့အိမ်ကို လှ ဒီအကျိုးအကြောင်း သွားမပြောရသေးဘူးပေါ့\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဘယ်လို ပြောရမလည်း သက်သက်ရယ်၊ လှဖြင့် စဉ်းစားလို့ မရတော့ ဘူး၊ ယုံမှ ယုံပါ့မလားလို့ ဆိုတာကလည်း တစ်ချက်၊ ယုံပါရင်လည်း သူတို့မှာ ဘာမှ ရှိရှာတာ မဟုတ်ဘူး၊ ဒီအဘိုးကြီး ရိုးသားတာ ယုံကြည်လွန်းလို့သာ ရန်ကုန်က လူတွေက ဝယ်ထားပါဆိုပြီး ငွေပေးလိုက်ကြတာ၊ လှတို့ ဘယ်လိုလုပ် စိုက်လျော်ကြမလဲ၊ လှတို့မှာ...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလှမှာ ရှေ့သို့ မဆက်နိုင်တော့ဘဲ ရှိုက်ကြီးတငင် ငိုကြွေးလျက် နေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်မှာ လှကို မမြင်တော့ဘဲ လှငိုသံကို မကြားတစ်ချက် ကြားတစ်ချက်နှင့် နှုတ်ခမ်းကို ပြတ်လုမတတ် ကိုက်ထားသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eထပ်ဆင့်၍ ပုတ်ရိုက်လိုက်ခြင်း ဒဏ်ကို ရုန်းကန်နိုင်ကြပါ့မလားဟု စိတ်အား လျော့ကျသွားသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eမိမိက အားလျော့နေလျှင်“လှ”မှာ ကိုးကွယ်ရာ မရှိအောင် အားငယ် ၍ သွားပေတော့မည်။ နဂိုကလည်း စိတ်ပျော့ လူပျော့ ဖြစ်၏။ အရာရာတိုင်း သူ့အစွမ်း သူ့အစ မသုံးတတ်။ မိဘများ မရှိမှ ပို၍ အားငယ်နေတတ်လျက် သက်သက်ကိုသာလျှင် တွယ်တာ အားကိုးနေကာ အစစအရာရာ စိတ်ကူး စိတ်သန်း မရှိလှသည့် ကလေးတစ်ယောက်နှင့် မခြားနားဘဲ ဘဝ၏ ဖိနှိပ်မှုကို အရှုံးပေးမည့်သူကလေး ဖြစ်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e'သက်သက်ရေ၊ မလှအေးတို့က သူတို့ကားကို နှစ်ထောင် ရရင် ရောင်းမယ်၊ အမြတ်ရအောင်စပ်လို့ ပြောထားတာလေ၊ ဟော...အခု ဦးမြကြီး နဲ့တွေ့ခဲ့တယ်။ ရန်ကုန်က သူ့ကျေးဇူးရှင်တွေက ကားလိုချင်နေသတဲ့၊ လှက နှစ်ထောင့်ငါးရာလို့ ပြောခဲ့ပြီ၊ ငါးရာ မြတ်တော့မှာ သေချာတယ်၊ သူနက်ဖြန် ငွေ သွားယူမတဲ့...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယမန်တစ်နေ့က ဝမ်းသာအားရကြီးဖြင့် ရွှန်းရွှန်းဝေပြောခဲ့သလောက် ယနေ့တွင် ဒူးပေါ်မေးကလေးတင်၍ တရှုပ်ရှုပ်ငိုကြွေးနေသော လှအဖြစ်မှာ သနားစရာ ကောင်းနေတော့သည်။ ဝမ်းသာစရာရှိလျှင် သူ့လောက် ဝမ်သာတတ်သူ မရှိ၊ ဝမ်းနည်းစရာရှိလျှင် သူ့လောက် ဝမ်းနည်းတတ်သူလည်း မရှိ၊ လှသည် တရှုပ်ရှုပ်ငိုနေရာမှ သွားလေသူ မိဘများကို တမ်းတကာ အားရပါးရ ငိုကြွေးနေသည်။ ။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“တိတ်ပါ လှရယ်၊ ကံစီမံတဲ့ အတိုင်းပဲပေါ့၊ လှ ငိုနေတော့ သက်သက် ဘယ်လို ကြံရမှန်းတောင် မသိတော့ဘူး”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလှသည် မျက်ရည်များကို သုတ်လျက် ရှိုက်ကာ ရှိုက်ကာဖြင့် ““ဦးမြကြီးကို လှ ဘယ်လို ပြောရမှာလဲဟင်”ဟု မေးလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“လှချည်း သွားပြောလို့ မဖြစ်ပါဘူး၊ သက်သက်ပါ လိုက်ပါ့မယ်”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“သက်သက် ထမှ မထနိုင်ဘဲဟာ ဘယ်လိုက်လို့ ဖြစ်မလဲ အအေး မိမှာပေါ့၊ လှ ဘယ်လိုပြောရမယ်ဆိုတာသာ လှကို သင်ပေးလိုက်ပါ\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်မှာ လှကို တွေ၍ ကြည့်နေလျက် ပြီးမှ ပြုံးလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e “လှ သွားလို့ မဖြစ်ပါဘူး၊ အရိပ်အဆင် ကြည့်ပြောရမှာ၊ သူတို့က\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဦးမြကြီး အိမ်ကလေးကို ခပ်လှမ်းလှမ်းမှ မြင်ရလျက် ဦးမြကြီး ကိုယ်တိုင် အိမ်တွင် ထွက်ရပ်ကာ တစ်စုံတစ်ယောက်ကို မျှော်နေမှန်း တွေ့ကြရသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e( သက်သက်မှာ မောဟိုက်လာသည်။ ခြေတစ်လှမ်းနှင့် တစ်လှမ်း ခွန်အားညှစ်ထုတ်ကာ လှမ်းသွားရသဖြင့် ကတုန်ကယင် ဖြစ်နေသည်။ မျက်လုံး များမှာ ပြာသွားလိုက်၊ ပြားသွားလိုက်၊ စိတ်နှင့် ဇွဲမှာ ကြိမ်နှင့်တို့နေသကဲ့သို့ နှေးကွေးတိုင်း တို့နှင်ပေးနေ၏။ လှက ဘေးမှဖေးမ၍ တွဲလာသည်။ အသက် ရှူသံပြင်းလာလျှင် လှခြေထောက်များမှာ တုံ့ဆိုင်းသွားသည်။ ညှိုးငယ်သော မျက်နှာလေးဖြင့် သက်သက်ကို ကြည့်လိုက်သည်။ သက်သက်က ဆက်၍ လှမ်းသည်။ သူ့ဟာသူလည်း စိတ်မကောင်း၊ သူဒုက္ခပေးတာဟု သက်သက် ကို သနားမိသည်။ လမ်းတွင် စကားတစ်ခွန်းမျှ မပြောကြ။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eကုက္ကိုပင်အနီးရောက်လျှင် သက်သက်သည် ခေတ္တရပ်နားမည်ပြုပြီး မဟန်နိုင်၍ ထိုင်ချလိုက်သည်။ အသက်ကို ပြင်းစွာရှူလျက် မောကြီးပန်းကြီး “လှ-ဟိုမှာ ဦးမြကြီး သွားသာခေါ်ချေတော့၊ သက်သက်မောပြီ၊ ဒီနားကို ခေါ်လာကွယ်”ဟု ကတုန်ကယင်ပြောရင်း ရင်ထဲက တလှပ်လှပ်ကြောင့် မျက်လုံးကို စုံမှိတ်ထားလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဒုက္ခဖြစ်နေကြရတဲ့အထဲ ဒုက္ခတစ်ခု ပိုလာပြန်ပြီ ဦးရယ်”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e  “အင်း...ဘယ်လို ဖြစ်သလဲ”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဦးမြကြီးသည် သက်သက်နှင့် မျက်နှာချင်းဆိုင်ဆောင့်ကြောင့်ထိုင် ချကာ သက်သက်၏ မျက်နှာကို ပြူးတူးပြဲတဲကြည့်၍ မေးသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဦး လှကို ပေးလိုက်တဲ့ငွေဟာ မလှအေးတို့အိမ်ဆီ သွားတုန်း စောစောက ဗုံးလာကြဲတာ လမ်းမှာမိပြီး ကျောင်းထဲဝင်ပုန်းတာ၊ အနားနီးတာနဲ့ လှက နေရာရွှေ့ပြေးရင်း ငွေထုပ် ဘယ်ကျခဲ့မှန်း မသိဘူးတဲ့၊ ရှာလို့ မတွေ့ တော့ဘူး ဦးရယ်”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဦးမြကြီးမှာ ရုပ်သေးထဲက အရုပ်အတိုင်း ဇက်ကျိုးကာ ခေါင်းငိုက် စိုက်ကျသွားသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်ဘေး၌ ထိုင်နေသော လှမှာ မျက်ရည်တွေ ဝဲနေလျက် လက်ညှိုးကလေးနှင့် မြေကြီးကို တွင်တွင်ခြစ်ကာ ရင်ထဲ၌ ဖိုရှိုက်နေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်သည် မျက်ခုံးနှစ်ဖက်ကို ချီကာ တုဏှိဘာဝေပြုလျက် ပေတစ်ရာကို ငေးစိုက်လျက် နေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဦးမြကြီးသည် တစ်ခဏ ငြိမ်သက်လျက် ဇက်ကျိုးနေရာမှ မျက်နှာကို မော့၍ မျက်နှာတွင် စို့လာသောချွေးကို လက်ဖဝါးကြီးဖြင့် ပွတ်လိုက်၏။ ပြီးမှ ချောင်းဟန့်လိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“စိတ်မကောင်းလိုက်တာ သက်သက်ရယ်၊ ဦးလည်း ဒုက္ခပါပဲ”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဦးမြကြီးမှာ များစွာပင် အကျပ်ကြုံလျက် အခက်တွေ့သွားသည်။ လူကိုယုံလျက် ငွေထုတ်ပေးလိုက်သူတို့အား မျက်နှာအပြရခက်မည့်အကျပ်ကို ကလေးမတွေ သိပါလေစဟု အောက်မေ့မိသည်။ ကားဝယ်ပေးရန် ငွေထုတ် ပေးလိုက်သူများမှာ ဦးမြကြီး၏ ကျေးဇူးရှင်များ ဖြစ်ကြ၏။ ဆင်းရဲလှသော ဦးမြကြီးတို့ မိသားအိမ်ထောင်တစ်စုကို ငွေ ၂၀ဝိ\/-၊ ၃ဝဝိ\/-မျိုး ငွေတိုး မယူ ထုတ်ပေးမစကြကာ သူတို့ ထုတ်ပေးသောငွေဖြင့် ဈေးရောင်း၍ အသက် မွေးနေကြရသည်။ ထုတ်ပေးသောငွေကို ပြန်ဖဲ့မဆပ်နိုင်အောင် ကသီလင်တ နိုင်နေကြလျက် နောက်ထပ် ၅ဝိ\/-မျိုး၊ ၁ဝဝိ\/-မျိုး ထုတ်ပေးမစရန် တောင်းပန် ရဦးမည့် ဆဲဆဲမှာ ကားဝယ်ပေးရန် ယုံယုံကြည်ကြည် ထုတ်ပေးလိုက်သည့် ငွေ ၂၅ဝဝိ\/-ပျောက်ကြောင်း သွားပြောရမည့် အဖြစ်လောက် ဆိုးရွားတာ မရှိဟု တွေးလိုက်မိသည်။ သက်သက်တို့ ဘယ်နည်းနှင့်မျှ စိုက်မလျော်နိုင်မှန်းသိ၍ သာ၍ စိတ်ပျက်မိသည်။ သက်သက်နှင့်လှတို့မှာ မိမိမျက်စိအောက် တွင် ချမ်းချမ်းသာသာ ကြီးပြင်းလာခဲ့ကြကာ မမျှော်လင့်ဘဲ ဒုက္ခဘုံကြီးထဲသို့ ကျရောက်သွားကြလျက် ညှိုးငယ် ဆင်းရဲသွားကြပုံမှာ သေခါနီးအရွယ် မိမိ အဖို့ တရားရစရာကောင်း၍ သံဝေဂပင် ဖြစ်ခဲ့သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလှသည် လက်ထဲက ခဲကလေးကို ပစ်လိုက်ကာ လက်ဝါးနှစ်ဖက်ကို ပွတ်လျက် ““ဦးကြီးကိုတော့ ရန်ကုန်ကလူတွေက ယုံတော့မှာ မဟုတ်တော့ ပါဘူး”ဟု စိတ်မကောင်းဖြစ်သည့်အတိုင်း ပြောလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဟာ...မပြောနဲ့တော့ လှရယ်၊ ဦး ဘယ်လိုလုပ် ပြောရမယ်တောင် မသိတော့ဘူး၊ လှကိုလည်း အပြစ်တင်စရာ မရှိပါဘူး၊ ဒါပေမဲ့...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဦးမြကြီးသည် စကားကို မဆက်ဘဲ ရပ်လိုက်သည်။ ထို့နောက် မျက်နှာတစ်မျိုးပြောင်းသွားလျက် “ဒီက နေပူပါတယ်ကွယ်၊ အိမ်ထဲမှာ အေးအေးဆေးဆေး ပြောကြ ကြံကြရအောင် လာကြကွယ်...”ခေါ်ကာ မတ်တတ်ထရပ်လိုက်သည်။ သက်သက်မှာ လှကိုတွဲလျက် မထနိုင် ထနိုင် ထလိုက်ကာ ဦးမြကြီး နောက်သို့ တရွတ်တိုက် လိုက်ပါသွားရသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဓနိတဲကလေးရှေ့သို့ ရောက်ကြသည့်အခါ ကလေးကလေးကို ခါးတွင် ခွင်လျက် ထဘီရင်ရှားထားသော ဦးမြကြီး၏ ဇနီး ဒေါ်ဖော့က ဖျာပျာသလဲပင် ဖျာစုတ်ကလေး တစ်ချပ်ကို ခင်းပေးရန် ဆွဲယူလာသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“လှတို့ပါလား၊ ကား နေရာကျခဲ့ရဲ့လား”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e ဒေါ်ဖော့မှာ ဟောဟောဒိုင်းဒိုင်းကြီး ပြောတတ်တတ်သူ ဖြစ်သည်။ သူ၏နက်ပြောင်သော မျက်လုံးကြီးသည် ပြူးကျယ်နေသည်။ ကြမ်းတမ်းသော ကိုယ်ကာယမှာ ဆင်းရဲခြင်းဒဏ်ကို ပယ်ပယ်နယ်နယ်ကြီး ခံထားရပုံ ရှိသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလှသည် စကားမပြော၊ သက်သက်ကလည်း စကားမပြော လမ်းဘက် သို့ မျက်နှာမူထိုင်လိုက်ကြကာ ငြိမ်နေကြသည်။ ဦးမြကြီးက ဒေါ်ဖော့အား ဖြစ်ပုံ အကျိုးအကြောင်းစုံ အတိုချုံးကာ ပြောပြလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“အမယ်လေးတော်...ဖြစ်မှ ဖြစ်ရလေ၊ သူတို့လည်း ဒုက္ခပဲ၊ ကျုပ်တို့ မှာလည်း ဒုက္ခပါပဲ လှရယ်၊ သေများ သေချင်ပါတယ်၊ သေသေချာချာ ရှာရဲ့ လားကွယ်...”အဒေါ်တို့ကို ယုံကြည်တော့မှာလည်း မဟုတ်ဘူး၊ အဒေါ်တို့မလည်း သူတို့က လွဲပြီး ဘယ်သူမှ အားကိုးစရာရှိတာမဟုတ်...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဒေါ်ဖော့မှာ ပြောရင်းဆိုရင်း မျက်ရည်တွေ ကျလာသည်။ လှမှာ ငါ့နေရာမှ ပို၍ ငုံသွားလေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသက်သက်မှာ အကြံရကျပ်အိုက်လျက် စိတ်ညစ်ညူးလှသည်။ ငွေ ၂၅ဝဝိ\/- လောလောဆယ် ရှာကြံရေးမှာ လမ်းစကို မမြင်ဘဲ ရှိ၏။ ချေးငှား ပေးစရာလည်း မမြင်။ ဆင်းရဲတာနှင့် တစ်ချက်တည်း အဖက်မလုပ်ချင်၊ အယုံအကြည်မရှိချင်ကြသော ဤလောက၌ မည်သူက ငွေနှစ်ထောင့်ငါးရာကို အသားလွတ်ချေးမည်နည်း။ ။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eပေါင်စရာ၊ ရောင်းစရာပစ္စည်းဆို၍ “လူ”ပဲပေါင်စရာ၊ ရောင်းစရာ ကျန်ရှိတော့သည်။ ခုနေများ လူကို အပေါင်ခံသည့်နေရာ၊ လူကို ဝယ်သည့် နေရာမျိုးရှိလျှင် ငွေ ၂၅ဝဝိ\/-သာလျှင်ရပါစေ ထိုနေရာသို့ ဘာမျှ မစဉ်းစားဘဲ တစ်ဟုန်တည်း ပြေးသွားချင်သောစိတ်ပင် ပေါက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e““ဦးကြီး၊ ရန်ကုန်ကို ဘယ်တော့ သွားမလဲ”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဦးမြကြီးမှာ မျက်နှာပျက်လျက် အဖြေမပေးဘဲ ဆိတ်ဆိတ်လုပ်နေ သည်။ ။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဖိန်းနွှဲခါလောက်မှ သွားပါ ဦးရယ်၊ ဒီနေ့တစ်ရက်၊ မနက်ဖြန် တစ်ရက်၊ သန်ဘက်ခါတစ်ရက် ဒီရက်မှာ သက်သက်တို့လည်း ကြံပါရစေဦး၊ သက်သက်တို့ အခက်အခဲထက် ဦးကြီးတို့ရဲ့ အခက်အခဲကို ပိုပြီး စိတ်မကောင်း ဖြစ်မိတယ်၊ သက်သက်တို့ တတ်နိုင်သမျှ 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၃၀ ခန့်ရှိမည်။ ဦးထုပ်အဖြူ၊ ဂါဝန်အဖြူ၊ လက်အိတ်အဖြူ၊ ဖိနပ်အဖြူ ဆင်မြန်းထား၍ တစ်ကိုယ်လုံး ဖြူဆွတ် နေသည်။ ပန်းရည်ဖျော့ ဖျန်းပက်ထားသော မျက်နှာပေါ်၌ ဖြောင့်တန်း သည့် နှာတံနှင့် မျက်ခုံးသွယ်သွယ်တို့သည် ထင်းခနဲ မြင်မိအောင် လှပ ပေါ်လွင်လျက် ရှိသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဂျပန်အမျိုးသမီးဆို၍ အရပ်ပုသည့် အချိုးအစား မဟုတ်။ မနိမ့် မမြင့်၊ မဆူ မကြုံ၊ ကိုယ်လုံးကိုယ်ဖန် တင့်တယ် ပြေပြစ်ခြင်း ရှိသည်။ အရောင်အဆင်းထွက်၍ ရွှန်းစို တောက်လဲ့နေသော မျက်လုံးအစုံတို့သည် ထူးခြားစွာ ထင်ပေါ်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eခရီးသည်တွေ နောက်ဆုံးမှ ဆင်းလာရသည်။ လေယာဉ် အပေါက်ဝ မှ ဆီး၍ တိုက်လာသော လေညင်းကလေးသည် လတ်ဆတ်ချိုမွှေးနေသည်။ လေချိုမွှေးကို ရှိုက်၍ရှုလျက် ဟိုဟိုသည်သည် ရှုမျှော်ကြည့်ရင်း လေယာဉ် ပေါ်မှ ဆင်းလာခဲ့သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဘိရုမာ။ ယုမိစံ ရောက်ချင်လှသော မြန်မာပြည်သို့ ရောက်လာရ ပေပြီ။ ယနေ့ညနေ နေကလေးကလည်း ချိုသာသည်။ ကောင်းကင်မှာလည်း တိမ်စင် ကင်းပလျက် ဝင်းလှနေသည်၊\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံ ခြေနှင့် ထိလိုက်သော မြန်မာ့မြေပြင်ကြီးသည် ယုမိစံကို လှိုက်လှဲစွာ လက်ခံလျက်၊ ဆီး၍ ပွေ့ကြိုလိုက်သည့်နှယ် ရင်ဝယ် နွေးထွေး ချမ်းမြေ့သွားသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလေဆိပ် အဆောက်အအုံ ရှိရာသို့ သူလျှောက်လာပုံမှာ သွက်လက် ဖျတ်လတ်ကာ မျက်လုံးအစုံသည် အထူး တောက်ပနေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eနဖူးပေါ်သို့ ဖရိုဖရဲ ကျလာသော ဆံစများကို ခေါင်းပင့်၍ ဖယ်ရှား ပစ်လိုက်ကာ လေဆိပ်အဆောက်အအုံပေါ်မှ လူအုပ်ကြီးကို လှမ်းမျှော် ကြည့်လိုက်သည်။ ယောက်ျား မိန်းမ၊ လူကြီး လူငယ် ပါဝင်သော လူအုပ် ကြီးသည် သူ့ကို ဆီး၍ပဲ ကြိုနေကြသယောင်ယောင်။ သူနှင့် အလွန် နီးစပ်သော ဆွေများ မျိုးများသဖွယ် အောက်မေ့ ထင်မှတ်မိကာ၊ ခင်မင် တွယ်တာ စိတ်ထားနှင့် တစ်ခါမှ မသိ မမြင်ဖူးသူတို့ကို လှမ်း၍ ပြုံးလိုက်၊ ကြည့်လိုက်ဖြင့် လေဆိပ် အဆောက်အအုံထဲသို့ ရောက်လာခဲ့သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eမြန်မာပြည်သို့ ရောက်လာပေပြီ။ မြန်မာပြည်သို့ လာခဲ့လေသော သူ၏ ရည်မှန်းချက်များ အောင်မြင်ခြင်း ရှိမှသာ လာခဲ့ရကျိုး နပ်မည်ဖြစ်ကြောင်း တွေးမိ၍ ရင်တအေးအေး ဖြစ်မိသည်။ တစ်နေ့နေ့တော့ မြန်မာ ပြည်ကို ရောက်အောင်သွားမည်။ ဒီနိုင်ငံကို ရောက်ရမည်ဆိုသော ယုံကြည် ချက်သည် ၁၅ နှစ်သမီးအရွယ်က စခဲ့လေသည်။ မြန်မာပြည်မှ ရွှေတိဂုံ ဘုရားပုံတော်ကို စတွေ့ဖူးသည့်နေ့က မြန်မာပြည်သို့ ရောက်နိုင်အောင် ရွှေတိဂုံစေတီတော်၏ တန်ခိုးတော်ဖြင့် ခေါ်ယူပါရန် စိတ်၌ ဦးညွှတ်၍ ဆုတောင်းခဲ့မိဖူးသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eရည်ရွယ်ချက် ကြီးမားခဲ့သည့်လျှောက် တက္ကသိုလ်ဒီဂရီများ ရရှိ ပြီးနောက်၊ ဂျပန်ပြည် အိုစကာမြို့ နိုင်ငံရပ်ခြား လေ့လာရေး တက္ကသိုလ်ကျောင်းကြီး၌ မြန်မာစာကို အဓိကထား၍ ဆက်လက် သင်ကြားခဲ့သည်။ လေးနှစ် သင်ခဲ့ရလျက် ဘီအေ အဆင့်မျိုးရှိသော ဒီဂရီကို ရရှိအောင် ကြိုးစား ခဲ့လေသည်။ ထိုတက္ကသိုလ်မှ ဒီဂရီရရှိပြီး ဘာသာဗေဒ ပညာရပ်ကို အမ်(မ်)အေ အဆင့်မျိုး အောင်သည်အထိ သင်ကြားပြီးသည့်နောက် ကျောင်းဆရာမ ခေတ္တလုပ်ရင်း ရန်ကုန်တက္ကသိုလ်၌ မြန်မာစာ ဘွဲ့လွန်သင်တန်း တက်နိုင် ရန် တစ်နည်းတစ်လမ်း ကြံစည် ကြိုးစားနေဆဲတွင်၊ ကံကောင်းထောက်မ စွာဖြင့် မြန်မာနိုင်ငံရှိ နိုင်ငံခြားဘာသာသင် သိပ္ပံကျောင်းမှ ဂျပန်စာပြရန် ကထိက ဆရာအလုပ်ကို ရရှိခြင်းကြောင့်၊ မြန်မာပြည်သို့ ဝမ်းမြောက်ဝမ်းသာ လာခဲ့ခြင်း ဖြစ်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဂျပန်ပြည်မှ မထွက်မီ မြန်မာပြည်သို့ သွားရမည့် အရေးကား ယုမိစံ အတွက် မျှော်လင့်ချက်ကြီးစွာဖြင့် ရင်တဖိုဖို ဖြစ်လျက်ရှိတော့သည်။ ၁၅ နှစ်သမီး အရွယ်ကစပြီး မြန်မာပြည်သို့ ရောက်ချင်လှသော ဆန္ဒမှာ ကြီးမားလှသည့်အလျောက်၊ တစ်နေ့နေ့ကို ရောက်အောင်သွားမည်ဟု ကြိမ်းဝါးလျက်သာ နေရသည်။ ထိုတစ်နေ့နေ့သည် ယခုလောက် အဆင်ပြေ လွယ်ကူလိမ့်မည်ဟု မထင်မိခဲ့ပေ။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eအင်္ဂလိပ်စကားဖြင့် လေဆိပ်အရာရှိ မေးသော မေးခွန်းကို ယုမိစံက မြန်မာစကားဖြင့် ဖြေကြားပြောဆိုသဖြင့် နိုင်ငံကူးလက်မှတ် စစ်ဆေးနေသော အကောက်အရာရှိသည် ယုမိစံ၏ မျက်နှာကို ခေါင်းမော့၍ ကြည့်မိ သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံ၏ ပစ္စည်းများ စစ်ဆေးနေခိုက် ယုမိစံကို လာ၍ကြိုသော ဂျပန်သံရုံးမှ အရာရှိတစ်ဦး အခန်းထဲသို့ ရောက်လာသည်။ ယုမိစံသည် တစ်ခါမျှ မမြင်ဖူးသော ဂျပန်သံရုံး အရာရှိအား တစ်နိုင်ငံ၌ လာ၍တွေ့ရ\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသော ကိုယ့်လူမျိုးချင်းဖြစ်၍ အားရဝမ်းသာ ခါးကလေးကို ကုန်း၍ ချိုပြုံစွာ နှုတ်ဆက်လိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသံရုံးအရာရှိက ယုမိစံကို ကြိုဆိုပြီး ယုမိစံ ရောက်လာပြီဖြစ်ကြောင်း နောက်တစ်နေ့မှ မြန်မာအစိုးရ ပညာရေးဌာနသို့ အကြောင်းကြားပေးမည် ပြောဆိုကာ ၎င်းတို့ နေထိုင်ရာ အိမ်သို့ ခေါ်ဆောင်သွားသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eလေယာဉ်ကွင်းမှ ကားထွက်လာသည့်အခါ၌ ယုမိစံသည် သူ့ဖခင် မသေမီက ပြောသွား၍ မှတ်သားထားသော စကားလုံးများကို စိတ်ထဲက ရွတ်ဆိုကြည့်သည်။ မင်္ဂလာဒုံ၊ ပဲခူး၊ ဘုရားလေး။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံက မင်္ဂလာဒုံနေရာကို မေးသဖြင့် သံရုံးအရာရှိက မင်္ဂလာဒုံ ဘက်သို့ ပတ်မောင်းသွားကာ စစ်တပ် အဆောက်အအုံများကို ပြမောင်း သွားသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံသည် မင်္ဂလာဒုံမှအပြန် တပ်အဆောက်အအုံတွေကို ငေးမော ကြည့်လာသည်။ စစ်ကာလအတွင်း သူ့ဖခင် နေထိုင်သွားသော ဤတပ်မြေ၌ ဘယ်နေရာ ဘယ် အဆောက်အအုံ များတွင် နေထိုင်သွားပါလိမ့်ဟု မျှော်ရမ်း ကြည့်ရှု လိုက်ပါလာသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံ၏ ဖခင် မေဂျာယူရှီးဒါးမှာ သံချပ်ကာ ကားတပ်မှ ဗိုလ်မှူး ဖြစ်သည်။ မြန်မာပြည် စစ်ကာလအတွင်း မင်္ဂလာဒုံ၌ တပ်စွဲထားခိုက်၊ ဂျပန်ပြည်ရှိသူ၏ တစ်ဦးတည်းသော သမီးကလေး ယုမိစံ ၅ နှစ်ပြည့်မြောက် အထိမ်းအမှတ်အတွက် သူ့ဓာတ်ပုံကို မင်္ဂလာဒုံ၌ ရိုက်၍ ပေးပို့လိုက်သည်။ ဓာတ်ပုံနှင့် ပူးတွဲလျက် “မင်္ဂလာဒုံမှ”အမည်ရှိ စပ်ဆိုရေးသား ပေးပို့လိုက်သော ကဗျာကလေးတစ်ပုဒ်သည် ယုမိစံ ယခု အသက်အရွယ်အထိ အသည်းစွဲအောင် အလွတ်ရတုန်းပင် ရှိသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံသည် ဖခင် ရေးစပ်ပေးသော ကဗျာကို စိတ်ထဲက ပြန်၍ ရွတ်ဆိုကြည့်သည်။ မသိမသာ ခါးကလေး ညွှတ်ကိုင်းလျက် ဖခင် နေထိုင် သွားခဲ့ဖူးသော အရပ်ဒေသကို အရိုအသေ ပြုလိုခြင်းကြောင့် မျက်လုံးကလေး များ မှိတ်လိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံ၏ ရှည်လျား ကော့ပျံနေသော မျက်တောင်များသည် ဖောင်းမို့ နေသော မျက်ခွံများကို မိုးယှက်သွားကာ ငြိမ်သက်စွာ တိုင်တည်ဆုတောင်း လျက် ရှိသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံ၏ဖခင် မေဂျာယူရှီးဒါးမှာ ကဗျာစာပေနှင့် ပန်းချီအနုပညာ ဘက်တွင် ထူးချွန်သော ပုဂ္ဂိုလ်တစ်ဦး ဖြစ်သည်။ ဂျပန်ပြည် အိုစကာမြို့၌ ယုမိစံကို ဖွားမြင် ပြီးပြီးချင်း ဆေးရုံပေါ်၌ပင် ယုမိစံ၏မိခင် အသက်ပျောက် သွားရခြင်းကြောင့် မိတဆိုးဖြစ်သူ ယုမိစံကို အခါလည်အရွယ်တွင် ယုမိစံ၏ အဘိုး အဘွားများထံ၌ အပ်နှံခဲ့ကာ မြန်မာပြည်သို့ စစ်ထွက်လာရသူ ဖြစ်သည်။ ရောက်လေရာ အရပ်တိုင်းမှ သမီးကလေးကို တမ်းတလွမ်းဆွတ် မိတိုင်း ကဗျာစပ်ကာ အလွမ်းဖြေတတ်သည့် ပုဂ္ဂိုလ်ဖြစ်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eမင်္ဂလာဒုံမှ ရိုက်ကူးပို့ဖူးသော မေဂျာယူရှီးဒါး၏ ဓာတ်ပုံမှာ ယုမိစံ၏ လက်ကိုင်အိတ်ထဲ၌ ပါရှိသည်။ အိတ်ထဲမှ ဓာတ်ပုံကို ထုတ်ယူ၍ ကြည့်ပြီး သံရုံးအရာရှိကို ထိုးပြလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ကျွန်မ ၅နှစ်သမီးတုန်းက ကျွန်မအဖေ ဒီမင်္ဂလာဒုံ က ဓာတ်ပုံရိုက်ပြီး ပို့လိုက်တဲ့ ဓာတ်ပုံ\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသံရုံးအရာရှိသည် တအံ့တဩ ခေါင်းတညိတ်ညိတ်လုပ်၍ ဓာတ်ပုံကို ယူကြည့်သည်။ ဓာတ်ပုံမှာ နှစ်ပေါင်းများစွာကြာမြင့်၍ ဆေးရောင်များ မှိန်လျက် ရှိသည်။ ဟန်ပါပါ ဓားလွယ်ကိုချိတ်လျက် ဂျပန်စစ်ဝတ်စုံ အပြည့်ဖြင့် မလိုက်ဖက်လှအောင် သိမ်မွေ့နူးညံ့ထားသော အင်္ဂါရုပ်သည် ထင်ရှားပေါ်လွင်နေသည်။“အား... ခင်ဗျားအဖေက စစ်ဘက်က ပါလားနော်”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e “ဟုတ်ပါတယ်” ။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e “အခု ဂျပန်မှာပဲလား”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံ ဝမ်းနည်းရိပ် သမ်းနေသော မပြုံးတပြုံးလေး ပြုံး၍ “မရှိ ပါဘူး။ သေသွားပါပြီ” ဟု ပြောလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“မြန်မာပြည်မှာ သေတာလား”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e “မဟုတ်ပါဘူး၊ ဂျပန်မှာဘဲ သေပါတယ်”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသံရုံးအရာရှိသည် ဓာတ်ပုံကို ပြန်၍ စိုက်ကြည့်ပြီးမှ ယုမိစံအား ပြန်ပေးလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံသည် ဓာတ်ပုံကို အိတ်ထဲသို့ ပြန်၍မထည့်မီ သူ့ဖခင် နေထိုင် သွားသော အရပ်သို့ သူ ရောက်လာပြီဖြစ်ကြောင်းကို တိုင်တည်သော အကြည့်တစ်မျိုးဖြင့် စိုက်၍ကြည့်ပြီးမှ ပြန်ထည့်ထားလိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eအနောက်ဘက်ကောင်းကင်မှ ဝါရွှေသော နေခြည်တို့သည် မင်္ဂလာဒုံ လမ်းမပေါ်သို့ ပြေလျော ကျဆင်းနေသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eကုန်းမြင့်ပေါ်၌ သစ်ပင်များ အုံ့ဆိုင်းနေသော ရွှေတဝင်းဝင်းဖြင့် ကျိုက်ကလို့ စေတီတော်ကို ရှေ့မှ တွေ့မြင်ရသည်။ ကျိုက်ကလို့တည်ရာ ကုန်းမြင့်သည် ဆိတ်ငြိမ်လျက် လွမ်းဆွတ်ဖွယ်ကောင်းသော ရှုခင်းဖြစ်သည်။ ယုမိစံသည် စကားမပြောဘဲ တိတ်ဆိတ်စွာ လိုက်ပါလာရင်း ဆန်းကြယ်သော သူ့ဘဝ အကြောင်းကို တွေးကြည့်မိသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eမြန်မာပြည်၌ ရှိနေသော သူ့သွေးက သူ့ကို ဒီနေ့ဒီရက် အရောက် လာဖို့ရန် ခေါ်နေ၊ စောင့်နေသကဲ့သို့ပင် သူ့စိတ်၌ ထင်မိသည်။ မြန်မာပြည်ကို ရောက်လာရလို့မှ သူ့သွေးနှင့် သူ မတွေ့ရဘူးဆိုလျှင် ခံပြင်းစရာ အလွန်ကောင်းတော့မှာပဲဟု အောက်မေ့မိပြန်သည်။ မြန်မာပြည်၌ ရှိနေသည် ဆိုသော သူ့သွေးကို သူတွေ့အောင် ဘယ်ပုံဘယ်နည်း ရှာဖွေရပါမည်နည်း။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံသည် မြန်မာပြည်သို့ မရောက်ရောက်အောင် ကြိုးစား၍ လာခဲ့ ရလေသောကြောင့် သူ့အား စီမံမည့် ကံကြမ္မာကို တဝေ့ဝေ့ တွေးရင်း၊ စဉ်းစားရင်း လိုက်ပါလာသည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eသံရုံးအရာရှိသည် အဆောက်အအုံ တစ်ခုဘက်သို့ ကွေ့ချိုးမောင်း သွားကာ ကားကို ထိုးရပ်လိုက်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“ဒါ... ခင်ဗျား စာသင်ရမယ့် နိုင်ငံခြားဘာသာသင် သိပ္ပံကျောင်းပဲ။ အခုတော့ ကျောင်းပိတ်ထားသေးတယ်” ။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံသည် ကားပေါ်မှ ဆင်းသက်လိုက်သည်။ သူ စာပြရမည့် ကျောင်းကို အပြင်မှရပ်၍ ကြည့်သည်။ ကျောင်းဝင်းတစ်ခုလုံး တိတ်ဆိတ် အေးချမ်းနေသည်။ စိမ်းမြသော မြက်ခင်းကို မျက်နှာစာပြုလျက် ရှည်လျားစွာ ဆောက်လုပ်ထားသော နှစ်ထပ်တိုက် အဆောက်အအုံ ဖြစ်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eဤကျောင်း အဆောက်အအုံထဲ ပြင်သစ်၊ ဂျာမန်၊ ဂျပန်၊ တရုတ်၊ ရုရှနှင့် အင်္ဂလိပ်စာပေ ဘာသာစကားများ ပို့ချပေးခြင်းကြောင့် နိုင်ငံပေါင်းစုံ ယဉ်ကျေးမှုအမြုတေ ဗိမာန်သဖွယ် တင့်တယ်သော ဂုဏ်ကျက်သရေတို့ဖြင့် ပြည့်စုံနေသောကျောင်း ဖြစ်သည်။\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eယုမိစံသည် ကျောင်းဝင်း အနေအထားနှင့်တကွ ကျောင်း အဆောက် အအုံ ပုံသဏ္ဌာန်ကို မြင်ရုံဖြင့် နှစ်သက်သွားသည်။ ထုထည် ကြီးမားစွာဖြင့် ရှေးကျသော ဧရာမ အဆောက်အအုံကြီးကို 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I read the name card with a slight hesitation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Kyy Kyy Htay\" \"Journalist Ma Malay\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I saw the name Kyi Kyi Htay, I immediately thought of the movie actress Kyi Kyi Htay. The journey I was going to take with me was an interesting one, as an artist.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e An old lady in her 60s and a dark-skinned man smoking a cigar, both of them seemed to be staring at me, observing me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA young woman and Kyi Kyi Htay were sleeping, the seats were spread out like bunks and they were lying down before the train left. I got on the train and looked at Kyi Kyi Htay who was sleeping. He spread out the seats on the other side like bunks and took a seat for me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe train pulled out of the station as the sky began to turn white. In the still, silent morning, the cool breeze and the refreshing breeze made me feel refreshed and breathless, but I turned to look at the movement on the other side.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"My stomach hurts...\" Kyi Kyi Htay muttered as he climbed the ladder to lie down on the top bunk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI turned around and our eyes met. His eyes were unusually bright and clear in his round face. In those bright and clear eyes, I saw a smile and a sweet, laughing eye. The smiling eyes and facial expression that I had seen many times in movies and theaters were stuck in my eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery movie I've seen, his role, his artistic ability to masterfully carry his plot, is so captivating that I want to study it closely.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking at him from the movies and plays, it is already predicted that he will become a seasoned artist due to his talent, which makes it impossible to think of him as a child.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyi Kyi Htay was introduced in the play “Lin Lu Lu Raung Ni”. Whenever I go to see movies and plays, I always pay attention to the plot. I have a habit of paying close attention to the inherent qualities of scholars. I watch everything that appears, is shown, and everything that I see, and I also criticize it at the same time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome movie and theater actresses' expressions and expressions are so in tune with the plot and the setting that they even catch the attention of the unwitting children who tend to drift away from the plot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyi Kyi Htay's free and open lines are rare to see, so the ability to perform both physically and mentally, and the kind of body language that is so consistent, are not the work of a novice artist, but rather someone with a mature artistic foundation. I have criticized this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as I saw Kyi Kyi Htay, I remembered my criticism. As I sat there, my desire to know about Kyi Kyi Htay’s life and the foundation of his knowledge grew stronger. | \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking at the sleeping old lady, Kyi Kyi Htay thought, “Oh my God.” The old lady’s face was one that would only move forward if it happened, never looking back, and had a sharp look. Her skin was white and soft. She was sleeping with a rosary in her red palm.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe man, who was sleeping on his back, had a dark complexion, but he seemed to be rough and tough, but he was not soft and gentle, and he had a kind of mysterious and difficult-to-understand character. “Kyee Kyee Htay’s husbands……” If he was a husband, he wouldn’t think of it as a husband. Were they the protagonists of the drama who were keeping the princess under their control?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old lady woke up and sat up. She was staring at the fields outside the train when she spoke to me face to face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“These are the places where my mother lived. My mother worked in Moe Ai village, Pyay District, Letpandan Township. Kyi Kyi Htay was still young. The older daughters were in his sister’s drama. The main actress, Daw Sein Yoon, is my mother’s sister, a disciple of Saya Aung Bala, and is very famous for her singing and dancing skills.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old lady's voice was very gentle, matching her gentle demeanor. As soon as I started hearing my questions from the old lady, I listened intently.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At that moment, Kyi Kyi Htay climbed back down the stairs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Mama... Journal Kyaw Mamalay...” Kyi Kyi Htay continued, smiling sweetly. “Of course... Journal Kyaw Mamalay is Mamalay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I saw the note on the train and was happy to be traveling with my mother.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A soft laugh broke out in his soft voice, and he replied with a sweet face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I was so happy to be paired with Kyi Kyi Htay. I first met her in a play.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"In the next movie.... I criticized you for being so interested in me when I first met you.\" \"How did you criticize me, Ma... Let me know...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His face, waiting for my answer, was filled with enthusiasm and his eyes were shining with a smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"When I first met my sister in the theater, I didn't think she was a newbie, but rather a girl who had some artistic background, was she an experienced actress, and was she a son?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Kyi Kyi Htay laughed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's not wrong to criticize.... The basics of art started when I was five years old.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, I think so too... I'm not wrong to think otherwise. I started when I was five years old, so I'm curious to know how I got started and how I got into art.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The train was moving at a rapid pace. Just as the wheels of the train were spinning for countless hours, my attention was also spinning without stopping.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe family that was near me seemed to be in a different place, each one in a different way, the missing person also disappeared, and objects, shapes, and appearances that were not near me changed in various ways, and from those various shapes, sounds and sounds also came out in various ways.......\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyi Kyi Htay recounts how she has been involved in three areas of acting since she was five years old: drama, theater, and film.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When talking about a play, the story that was performed, the plot, the songs that were sung in that play, the words that were said, and the words that were played while the actors were singing along...\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"သီဟရတနာစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46533820678293,"sku":null,"price":7000.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/files\/001_1bd26f62-efea-470e-a3df-2a3223cfc0f9.jpg?v=1761402972"},{"product_id":"ဂျာနယ်ကျော်မမလေး-သူလိုမိန်းမ၂၀၂၄","title":"Journalist Ma Maly - A Woman Like Him","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was calm and composed. He watched the two men running away with all his might with the flashlight, and when he finished, he thought, \"They are thieves and robbers,\" and left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm going to pick up a large leather box on the way. Tonight, I came home by car, not to Yangon, but to a long journey to get on a ship that would leave in the morning at Botahtaung Port, where I would sleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe two Japanese tourists who were leaving the large leather box at the tourist spot had to pick it up. It was not because they had left it without picking it up, but because they were the only ones who could return it after investigating the owner, they had to pick it up as they were responsible for doing so.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf he wanted to meet the owner of the property overnight and knew where he was, he would have gone and given it to him right away. Now, he couldn't find the owner of the property overnight and had to pick it up, but he couldn't bear the burden of carrying it on the road that morning. He dragged the leather box onto the car, muttering to himself, \"I'm going to leave tomorrow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Mandalay Asan ship was moving slowly. It was a large ship and a heavy load, so it could only move slowly, which was very tiring for the passengers. I was alone in the cabin, without a companion in the cabin, and I was eating and drinking like the passengers outside, and I couldn't forget the long journey. The ship was still lazing around, measuring how many inches and feet the shallow water was below the ship, and I was even more tired.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had come to his bedroom because his eyes were getting tired from standing there leaning against the ship's rail, looking at the scenery that could not be seen from below.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as he entered the doorway, he saw the large box he had brought the night before. The lid of the box was slightly dented and the hinges were open. At this, Saw Saw's dazed thoughts completely disappeared and he pulled the box out from under the bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI looked at the box with interest, looking around, reading each of the letters MML, written in white paint and in English, on the lid.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Is it a foreigner's property or a Burmese property? If it's Burmese, who will be the most important? Thinking about how much they will be spared, he pressed the open doors tightly and closed them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe box had been unlocked since the witches had thrown it away. He tried to close it, but the box was already cooked and could not be closed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was worried that boys would break into his room and make out with the bed, and if he didn't lock it, something inside would be lost. So he tried to lock it again. No matter how hard he tried, the locked box wouldn't budge. He kicked it open and left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDisappointed, he sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the untidy box with an uncomfortable expression on his face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's a pity\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He also complained and thought of a way to be safe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The idea is to swap the items in this box with your own box.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe knew the number of his belongings and even if they were lost, it didn't matter, but he was worried that something would be lost from the box he had picked up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHere, after jumping off the bed, he pulled out his box from under the bed. Soon, he spread out all his clothes, which were in the box, on the bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There was still more to be done from the next piece of paper, so I took up only half of the space and put it in. He seemed to be happy because he was doing something, and he was whistling while he was doing it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne thing was done for one box. He pushed his old box aside and pulled the new box in front of him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After bending over to open the lid of the box, he found himself unable to open the lid even after bending over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was reluctant to open someone else's box without permission. He had never had this kind of behavior before, and his hands and feet were not quick. He used to be quick and agile, but now he was hesitant, so he bent his back slowly to open it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Chit Swe was afraid. Not because he was afraid of the owner, not because he was afraid of the box, not because he was afraid of the contents in the box, but because he knew that he would break his moral code.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is fear that keeps us back, .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKnowing that good things will happen, I kept on hiding. Because of that thought, the box did not open in a single burst, but slowly, like a magician, opened with a trickle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A large, white cloth was placed over the top. The edges were pressed together and pressed together, making it difficult to turn the cloth over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI couldn't imagine why it was covered with this cloth. I sat there for a moment, staring at it. After a moment of hesitation, I slowly stretched out my arms and gently pulled the two corners from the left side, pulling them halfway up the box. As I pulled the cloth, it appeared as if it was a stack of paper bags... I got used to the idea of ​​\"cloth\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he finally pulled the curtain to the other side, he stopped breathing and fell flat on his back on the floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLace bodices were folded in half, women's outerwear was folded in half, and linen blouses were folded in half, and underwear was folded in half, and bras, linen, blouses, and flower-print fabrics were folded in half. In every space between the piles, there were silver coins, face powder, body powder, and other cosmetics, as well as square-shaped paper boxes, long boxes, and paper boxes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe work, which was neatly and systematically placed in a place where it could be placed, was revealed and displayed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He never had close contact with any woman until he was 36 or 37 years old.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He had no mother, no sister, and was a bachelor and alone. He moved to a government job and was known in every city as a monk and a provincial official.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince returning from Bila, my older brother has been pressuring me to marry a woman. I have been pleading with him to let me live in peace and quiet, and to let him suffer the pain of a son and a wife.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis parents abandoned him when he was young, and he was raised and nurtured from a young age, but he did not have any children. He felt a deep sense of regret for his older brother, who was unable to marry a woman despite the bond he had with him, like a brother and a son.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was burdened as if he had to go up to the roof of a house and worship a woman.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery time I was told to seek and obtain what I wanted, I never thought about the importance of getting a wife...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm not a guy who would ever be \"sloppy\". Do guys like you still find women?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was always blamed by his brother.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, I have found a woman for you from Yenangyaung and I am going with you. I have nothing to say about her looks, wealth or intelligence. I have sent you many letters every weekend asking you to come and have a look, but I have no desire to go because I feel it is urgent for a woman.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You didn't come, should I get engaged? If I get engaged, you'll have to take it. You're so hot for me, my dear, I'm so sorry, my little brother. You, I want to settle down only after marriage. I can't bear to live alone like this. I still have a lot of things to do. You're not hot, but I'm hot. I'm not young anymore. I don't want to miss out on this opportunity while I still have time. I can't wait for you. I'll get engaged.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was only concerned about his own feelings, and he was only concerned about making himself feel better, and he was taking the matter of marrying a woman lightly, thinking that it was just like his older brother's.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Although he was being called with chains to come quickly, he wrote back saying that he would come by ship in peace, and then he boarded the ship.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have never even thought about marriage. I have never thought about marriage because I have never thought about it. When I am busy with work, I spend my time reading, which is my hobby.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was a man who didn't care much about women. 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