{"title":"Essay, short story, long","description":"","products":[{"product_id":"ဗန်းမော်တင်အောင်-၀ထ္ထုတိုပေါင်းချုပ်၃","title":"Bhamo Tin Aung - Collection of Short Stories (3)","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBell ringing\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \n\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\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The entire sky is dark brown.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The smoke that rises from the ground in a thin stream spreads and disperses as it rises away from the ground and into the sky. The wind in space carries the smoke, spreading and moving across the entire sky, creating a dark, brown haze.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe blue sky is gone. To what universe have you fled and hidden? The blue sky is gone. It has become deserted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The smoke rising from the ground was floating in the sky. It was there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Nyeintha stood on the ground, exhausted and looking up at the sky with longing. It was like longing to see the blue sky that gave the soul peace and joy. And then she was alone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The blue sky is gone..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The entire sky is dark brown.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnly the wisps of smoke drifting up from the earth where she stood alone, exhausted, were scattered across the sky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, Ma Nyein was still looking up at the sky with great anticipation. I couldn't tell if she was sad because she couldn't see the blue sky. Tears like pearls were flowing down her cheeks one by one from her eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The sky is just a dull brown.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e2\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The whole earth is red.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Human blood...blood...the river is red with human blood. The whole earth is red. Blood...human blood...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Ma Nyeintha had to give up her desire to see the blue sky, she looked down sadly at the earth where she stood, unable to control her tears.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Where is the land that was once so beautiful, with water, land, forests, mountains, rivers, streams, oceans, lakes, and human settlements?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen one looks down at the earth to comfort oneself for the loss in heaven, where is the comfort for one who is restless?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The earth is dry and cracked. The scorched earth..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The trees and flowers were left with only black stumps.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAll the houses in the town and village were collapsed and turned into ashes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Where is the comfort... The peaceless one is crying for comfort. Like a creature left alone on this earth, I am searching for comfort. \"Where is the comfort?\"...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut there is no comfort, and comfort has vanished like the heavens and the earth. The restless seek comfort in fear. But there is no comfort.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe ruins of the burnt earth, the blood flowing from the streets and alleys, the blood flowing out in a crimson stream. Will this blood cover the entire earth, just as the entire sky is covered with smoke?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Nyein looked up at the sky expectantly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen she saw no hope in the sky, she looked down at the ground where she stood, filled with despair and sadness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Human blood...blood, the river is red with human blood. The whole earth is red. Blood...human blood..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The whole earth is red.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e3\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe entire sky is dark brown.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The whole earth is red.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Between this heaven and earth, a restless person is searching for comfort. He is searching for the blue sky. He is searching for the green and pleasant water, land, forest, mountain, and human habitation. But he has not found any of these comforts. Where have they gone?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe smoke from the fire that had burned so brightly from the ground rose up into the entire sky, darkening it to a dark brown.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e How long has it been since the people who made the earth a peaceful place and their communities were destroyed and burned to the ground by a warring creature?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Nyein Thar had a clear vision of that cruel and cruel creature called war. How many heartbreaking things had he suffered at the hands of that creature?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe whole earth is red with blood, human blood. How many people have been captured and killed, and this blood is flowing almost covering the whole earth?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There are four people on the list that Ma Nyein knows.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Nyein Thar is a Burmese woman of the Yangon religion, but her husband, Ko Thet Sya, is a Buddhist Burmese. Ma Nyein Thar and Ko Thet Sya have three children. The eldest son, Maung Ba Khin, is a young communist, and the middle daughter, Kyay Yoon, is a nurse. The eldest son, Maung Mya Maung, is a student.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Nyein Tha's husband, Ko Thet Sya, was killed by a bomb during a Japanese bombing raid, and his youngest son, Maung Mya Maung, was killed by a bullet during the Anglo-Japanese conflict. His eldest son, Maung Ba Khin, was tortured and killed by the Japanese in various ways, but it is not known where he was killed. His daughter, Ma Kyay Yoon, was killed by a machine gun bullet fired by a Japanese plane while accompanying the British troops to India.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFour people have already died at the hands of the warring beast, and how many more wives and mothers will there be who have lost their lives like him?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, as a wife who has lost her husband, and as a mother who has lost three children, I stand between this earth and heaven as a single widow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The blue sky is gone...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven on this green, peaceful earth, blood flows from the burnt earth and ruins... human blood...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The sky is dark brown, and the earth is covered with bright red blood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e[ 4 ]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBlood... Between the earth, red with human blood, and the sky, dark and gloomy, Ma Nyein stood alone, exhausted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is nothing pleasant about the surroundings of the rain and the earth. It is only covered with terror and threat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe peacemaker is tired. He is afraid. Not only that, he is also sad and unable to cope.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter enduring the pain of having her husband and three children brutally torn from her heart by a giant creature, her home and the entire human world were covered in blood... blood, leaving only ruins and scorched earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, Ma Nyein is a widow. She has lost all her children and all her belongings, and she is left alone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Her entire human world was wide open and empty, like a vast expanse of land.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is no happiness, no joy, and the worst thing is the absence of hope.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHow can there be any meaning in living alone on earth, having lost a husband and children? In fact, this meaninglessness is not limited to Nayin Tha. How many widows are there because of war? How many mothers have lost their children because of war?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e War...war...war....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven before the war came to the world, mothers cried. Wives cried. Children cried.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When war came, all the mothers and children cried together.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But when the war was over... Ma Nyein could no longer cry. Cry, Ma Nyein...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHave you cried so much that you've run out of tears? Have you cried so much that you're afraid to cry? I don't know.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Crying...Ma Nyein Tha, crying...Ma Nyein Tha can't cry anymore..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e( 5 )\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The sky is still dark and gloomy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The earth is still red with blood... human blood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile Ma Nyeintha was standing alone and tired, unable to find a way to get relief, the giant creature that had just run towards the horizon circle returned from the horizon circle and started moving again...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Nyeintha stood there in fear, but suddenly saw the huge creature, holding atomic and hydrogen bombs in one hand, moving as if it was about to run away again. He screamed at the top of his lungs and, unconscious, ran away, running in the direction he had fled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't know if Ma Nyein Thar has gone after his feelings. I don't think so. It seems like he's just scared.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs she ran, she heard the terrible sound of a war beast threatening her from the horizon, and she ran, terrified, and ran into a small Catholic church built on a small hill not far from her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"We will drop atomic bombs.\" What a loud sound, a terrible, ominous sound. We will drop hydrogen bombs. Ma Nyein Thar covered her ears. Next, the church\/\/\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e She ran into it like a madwoman, believing and worshipping it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I kneeled in fear before the Lord and closed my eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, please listen to the peace bells ringing in unison at the World Peace Conference, where widows and mothers from all over the world, who have lost their husbands and children, are ringing in unison at the World Peace Conference to stop the great war beast that is threatening the world and to maintain world peace.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45562709835925,"sku":"","price":7560.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_64d790af-572e-4060-92d1-2474b9dc6cf3.jpg?v=1730207138"},{"product_id":"ဗန်းမော်တင်အောင်-၀ထ္ထုတိုပေါင်းချုပ်၂","title":"Bhamo Tin Aung - Collection of Short Stories (2)","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRickshaw driver and widowed mother\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAbout these three\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe summer is hot and humid, the dust is thick and the water is scarce. In that, the mosquitoes are like chaff and straw. Even though they bite hard, they cannot find a mosquito net. In any case, the recluse Ukkalapa is sleeping soundly. He is snoring between one house and seven, even between eight houses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was only about nine o'clock at night. The air was still, having been hot all day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut in Yangon, the night is still beautiful. It is still young and old. They come and go, they have fun, they eat and drink. It is still bustling with people watching the 9:30 p.m. movie, people eating snacks at the open-air night market, people enjoying the breeze in their cars at Inya, and people drinking cold drinks at Myananda on the waterfront.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, Yangon's Arang Township, or the next suburb, Ukkalapa, was sleeping soundly, even amidst the heat and mosquito bites. It was snoring and sleeping soundly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e[2]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was only about 9 p.m. It had been hot all day, so the air was still. In any case, the people of Ukkalapa needed to go to bed early. It was important.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe workers are usually people who work day in and day out. They are mostly poor laborers who cannot stop working. They are port workers, factory workers, street vendors, rickshaw pullers, and day laborers. These workers have to work all day in the hot sun, working with all their strength. The sun is harsh, and their strength is exhausted. Their skin is dry, and their muscles and tendons are torn.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey cannot afford the necessary nutrition and medicine to replenish the energy they have sold to their employers in the scorching sun. They are forced to live on a meager salary and only eat and drink as much as they can. They are forced to survive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the dogs cannot feed themselves with enough food to survive, they have no other choice but to sleep soundly. They need to sleep in order to survive the next day. They are sleeping in the scorching heat, covered in straw, and without a mosquito net, they are sleeping soundly. They are barking every seven or eight houses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e[3]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe outskirts of Ukkara, the terminal of the No. 2 motor route, seem to be immersed in the darkness of the night, where heat, cold, and mosquito bites all combine. Even the huts and small houses are quiet with their lights extinguished. However, in a small hut on the edge of the field, which seems to have been built for human habitation, a frequent cough can be heard. The cough is not like the cough of a cold, but like the cough of a fever.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery time she coughed so hard that she couldn't breathe, she would be so exhausted that she had to breathe out all at once. \"Oh my... how good it would be if I could breathe again,\" she complained.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor Ma Yin, just living is like a huge hardship. Not only is it difficult to go to the hospital and get treatment, but it is also difficult to eat and sleep properly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen she felt a little tired, Mayin reached for the betel leaves and salt that were ready next to her mat and took a sip. That was Mayin's medicine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe betel and salt water went down her throat, and she felt a little better. While she was still feeling better, she had to wait for her son-in-law, who had been away for three days after a fight with her stepfather and her husband, who were riding a rickshaw. Every time she waited for her son and husband or for her father and mother, she felt tired. This was because this stepfather and his stepdaughter were not compatible with each other.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe son-in-law and the stepfather were very close. It was not that Ma Yin remarried without knowing or thinking about it. It was that she knew and thought about it, but she couldn't do anything about it and had to take another husband.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMayin's first husband was a carpenter. After her marriage before independence, she was able to live happily in U Wisara Keut Thit. Mayin and her first husband were together for about ten years. They had a son. When the son was about nine years old, the carpenter fell from the top of the building and died. Mayin was not even thirty when she became a widow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe carpenter left nothing for his wife and children. Therefore, when she became a widow, she learned to smoke cigarettes. When she was quite young, she went to work in a tobacco shop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Smoking is a very hard job, but it doesn't cost more than three or four kyats a day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe widow, Ma Yin, could not send her son to school, so she abandoned him. At an age when adults and teachers should have nurtured and educated him, Tha Aye was abandoned without any supervision, and he became a mischievous child. He became a mischievous child. While his mother was at work, he would go wherever he wanted all day long. Sometimes he would return home after midnight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMarin began to abandon her son when he was about nine years old. As a result, Thar Aye became more and more destructive. Sometimes he would steal five or ten kyats of money that his mother had kept in her purse and would not return home for three or four days. At that time, Marin would worry about her son and could not sleep well. Thar Aye was a child who did not pity or forgive his widowed mother and caused her a lot of trouble.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e[ 4 ]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When the U Wisara Keut Thit was demolished to implement the Greater Yangon Project, it was as if the Myint had no place to live. Therefore, U Htun Khin Daw Hla, a rickshaw puller who lived in the same room as them, had to move to Okkalapa with her husband.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Tun Khin is a rickshaw puller. He has no children and is therefore free to roam around. Therefore, he can build a hut on a piece of land he has found in Okkalapa.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAbout four or five months after the mother and son of Mayin came to Okkalapa with U Tun Khin and his wife, Daw Hla Tin passed away. U Tun Khin had no money left to bury Daw Hla Tin, so he had to sell his rickshaw and break it up. He went from being a rickshaw driver to a rickshaw driver for hire.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Tun Khin and Ma Yin, who have become widowers and widows, live together in a hut and work for themselves. U Tun Khin rides a rickshaw. Ma Yin works at a tobacco stand. Thar Aye, who is left alone, remains the same as before.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey had been living together for years, and Mayin did not think much of living with U Tun Khin, who was unmarried. Besides, U Tun Khin was almost fifty years old, and Mayin, who was only 15 years older than him, treated the widower like a son. She not only cooked his meals but also washed his clothes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMayin had unintentionally commented on the saying that men who can handle a handful of rice tend to be kind to their children and wives. Besides, U Htun Khin is also a healthy man who can ride a rickshaw, isn't he?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne night, Tha Aye stole a five-kyat note from the money that Mayin had hidden and ran away from home. He did not return home for four or five days. Tha Aye did not do this. One night, when the two of them were sleeping alone, U Tun Khin came to sleep in Mayin's mosquito net after drinking alcohol to get drunk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Yin apologized for the inappropriate behavior. However, U Tun Khin, who was drunk, attacked her. “I can’t stand it anymore, Ma Yin,” he said drunkenly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e[5]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTo keep the neighbors and the Aye from finding out, Ma Yin and U Htun Khin lived in secret for about a year. However, it was not a good idea to keep such a thing a secret for long. Gradually, strangers began to find out. So, they could no longer hide it, and they began to live openly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTha Aye had reached the age where she was beginning to understand, and she didn't like the idea of ​​her mother marrying an old man like U Tun Khin. She was ashamed. However, she couldn't live without her mother and stepfather.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Htun Khin knew that Tha Aye did not agree with his mother a little. So he tried to appease Tha Aye in various ways. The more he tried to appease Tha Aye, the worse Tha Aye felt. He was ashamed.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45562711212181,"sku":"","price":2970.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_e8ccf36a-9ea7-4636-a6a2-07c2a5f7cf30.jpg?v=1730207158"},{"product_id":"ဗန်းမော်တင်အောင်-၀ထ္ထုတိုပေါင်းချုပ်၁","title":"Bhamo Tin Aung - Collection of Short Stories (1)","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSorry, Ma'am.\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The north wind is blowing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was in the wealthy part of Bago, opposite the Butterfly Pond. In the living room of the large house with a large entrance and a courtyard facing the pond, a young, fair-skinned woman, about 20 years old, was looking out the window at the small trees and bushes playing in the north wind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe poet Than Swe took a step back and looked at the young woman.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Nue,\" he called coldly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Naew turned from where he was looking at the small trees and looked at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What are you talking about, Than Swe?\" Nwe asked, smiling at him sheepishly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Are you going to live like this?\" he said, his voice like a poet, filling in the blanks with a poetic flourish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Naew let out a loud laugh.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe poet Than Swe, who saw the little face in front of Nwe, looked at Nwe in surprise. He was surprised by the way Nwe laughed. Did Nwe laugh at him in a playful way?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh,\" escaped his mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Naew slapped his face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Not yet, Than Swe, you are not yet.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e`` \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNaew said with a sigh..\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How could it not be so much, you idiot?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How long have Than Swe and Nwe been living together like this?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He only expresses his views through his own words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “It’s hard, Ko Than Swe.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNwe, as if she was in pain to speak to Than Swe, stopped short of finishing her words, looking at her lover with a pitying expression.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's so hard about this, you idiot?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The poet is only interested in poetry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “What are you going to say, Ko Than Swe?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Naew said disappointedly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's a matter of you getting married.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “That’s why I’m telling you it’s difficult, Than Swe.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Are you still coming back? This is so hard, isn't it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Not yet, Than Swe. You are alone outside the human world, just a person dreaming about your religion.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough he didn't say anything, he couldn't help but say it, so Naew looked at his face with pity and pain, and slowly said one thing at a time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He didn't say anything back, just kept saying \"yes\" or \"yes\" to the poet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe just listened to what Nwe said. He was a person who was outside the human world. Nwe hadn't even finished with that, he was a person who was still living alone with his own thoughts...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Are you thinking while listening to what he says quietly...?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“You are also an educated person, Than Swe. With the knowledge you have acquired, think about your religion.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He remained silent with his mouth agape, as Nwe continued to give advice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He didn't say anything, just stared at me with wide eyes, listening quietly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"In these terrible times, when the entire Union of Burma is on fire and everyone is dying, you alone can compose these imaginative poems, such as \"In the cool, shady land, where the river flows, the last rose of summer, the queen of my dreams.\" If you were to tell me, I would never stop marveling at Than Swe.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNwe didn't look at him anymore, but looked out the window and said as he looked outside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When the words were finished, the poet smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"With the Burmese Union burning brightly, won't poetry be written anymore?\" he asked with a new question, sounding like a philosopher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e From where she was gazing outside, she turned around and looked at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I didn’t understand your question very well, so please ask again, Than Swe.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e `` \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNaew asked, looking at him like a tiger cub.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I asked myself, 'Isn't a poet no longer able to compose his own poetry as the Union of Burma burns brightly?'\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe smiled and said calmly, \"Oh... a poet can't write his own poetry anymore...\" The poet nodded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Do you think Nwe kept the poem “The Empress of My Dream,” which you wrote alone at Hinthakone on the day of the big battle with the Karens in Kaput?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hmm... didn't you keep it? I wrote this as a gift for you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I tore it down and burned it, Than Swe. I won’t tell you about this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Tear it down... burn it down... yeah, it's so funny\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nwe didn't look at him, and instead stopped speaking and looked away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe shook his head sadly. Poor poet...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They were silent for a long time, unable to speak to each other.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As for Naew, he lowered his head and thought as he looked at the beautiful rows of sycamore trees planted along the fence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sound of war chariots passing by in the direction of Thanapin was often heard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They couldn't speak for a long time, and there was silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Nwey,\" the poet whispered in a strained voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Naew turned to look at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Naew looked at him with absolute composure.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He looked at Naew's naturally calm face with confidence...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"How can I be so guilty that Than Swe is writing poetry after the fighting with the Karens?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He asked in a poetic tone. Naew's face darkened as he looked at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Even in a time when the whole of Bago was in a state of panic, wondering whether it would live or die, you alone could write poetry. Don’t let me say that, Ko Than Swe. Don’t let me continue saying that, don’t let me say that.” The voice grew louder and then faded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt seems that Naew is feeling pity and anger. And she is feeling helpless towards her lover, the poet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Than Swe just stared at Nayew's expression and smiled a gentle smile. Nayew nodded his head as if he liked the way she spoke to him with compassion and kindness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“It is the responsibility of the people who form the government to protect Bago City. The government has also deployed troops to protect Bago City from Karen infiltration, right? And there are still soldiers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was talking calmly to Nay. Nay turned quickly towards the window.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Nwe,\" he called calmly. Nwe didn't even look back at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Nue,\" he called out again with a gentle smile. Nue pouted at the window. He slowly got up from his seat and walked closer to her and stopped.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNwe didn't turn to look at him. - At that moment, a jeep stopped in front of Nwe's house, and two young soldiers, a soldier in uniform and a young officer, got out of the car.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, Ko Lay, I think Daik Oo is back,\" Nwe said happily, \"Ko Lay... Ko Lay.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmong the two young men in uniform, he looked at the officer with the two shoulder stars and called out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The officer with the two stars on his shoulder looked at Nwe with awe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Are you guys there, hey, Naew?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Dad is going to Yangon, brother, and mom is going to Vipassana meditation.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNwe turned around and walked briskly towards the door, avoiding the poet standing behind her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nwe's younger brother and his companion entered the living room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“This is Nwe... My sister's cousin, Captain Aung Gyi. This is Captain Aung Gyi, Nwe... We were in the same army as Ko Lay. He was the soldier who defeated the Karens in Katup, Nwe.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Lay introduced his cousin Nay to Captain Aung Gyi, who was accompanying him, in a very modern way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCaptain Aung Gyi smiled and nodded, like a soldier who had defended Bago. 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Only when these corn leaves fall can new leaves sprout.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The banana leaves have also fallen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The leaves have also been sorted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wow.. Wow.. Wow\" -\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The lovely golden oriole is also welcoming spring.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe environment that made Thailand miserable. Ko Khin Maung blamed his environment. He was alone in the whole house, and his wife was not happy. The district governor\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The King and Queen Ma Khin Si accompanied Ko Thet Tin to the Kyuntaw Pagoda Festival.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's true that they are different types of wives. Ko Khin Maung and Ma Mya Mu are a couple who were arranged by both adults. Ko Khin Maung is a musician and writer from the art world. Ma Mya Mu is a girl who likes to have fun and show off. Therefore, they are a different type of husband and wife.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's really boring under the dull environment. In the past, which is already old...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is one thing. Rather than being alone and bored in the dull and boring environment of the present, it is better to reminisce about the sweet times and surroundings of the past, which we have grown old and can only remember...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Last year, in May City, springtime...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSpring is very lovely in Maymyo. The weather is also cool. The cool, fresh breeze is always playing among the pine and pear trees. In spring, Maymyo is a very pleasant mountain town to live in. When the midday heat is intense, the taste of the cold milk in the refrigerator and the lovely strawberries sold by the beautiful Shan girls is unlike any other.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Khin Maung, who woke up from his afternoon nap, was thinking about the lovely spring in Maymyo while eating strawberries mixed with cold milk. He was an artist who deeply observed the natural beauty of nature. Artists are the kind of people who forget the whole world when they are intoxicated by their artistic surroundings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Lovely teacher, May.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e May smiled and came towards Khin Maung. Khin Maung was so lost in his thoughts that he asked, \"What are you thinking about, Khin Maung... Khin Maung?\" while sitting on a chair not far from him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh... Surama.\" He was drunk. He was startled. He was surprised. That's why he said to May in an unpoetic manner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, assistant,\" May said with a stern look. In fact, May didn't like it at all when Khin Maung called her \"teacher.\" That's why she called Khin Maung \"assistant\" and mocked his job by calling him an assistant.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh...maybe,\" Khin Maung smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMay was pouting. They were both young men and women. Ko Khin Maung was a forest ranger in the eastern forest of Katha, and May was a schoolteacher in Mandalay. They both took time off from work to come to Maymyo to get some fresh air because they couldn't stand the summer heat of Katha and Mandalay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe two of them met in May. The house where they met was Dr. Pe Kyin and Ma Khin Gyi's Pine Villa, also known as the Pine Tree House. Mandalay, Lashio Road, Kyauk\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the south, there are pine trees, but also large bamboo trees, beautifully planted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Pe Kyin was a close friend of Ko Khin Maung, and Ma Khin Gyi was a classmate of May. The two of them soon became close after they had graduated from high school. Ko Khin Maung had only studied (B.Sc. Forestry) but was an artist called (Art). He was very fond of music and literature. His monthly salary was only for books and musical instruments. His study room was filled with about three thousand books. His bedroom also had a variety of instruments, from a German-made piano to a mouth-blown bergamot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMay plays the piano very well. She can also sing majestic old songs with great rhythm. I must have forgotten one more thing. Literature, both English and Burmese... May is very fond of both of these literatures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe bridge of music and literature and art connected the two of them in a way that they had never been before. When they arrived at the Pine Tree Inn, about 15 days later, they received a message that Ko Fe Kyin's mother was very ill in Mawlamyine, so they were escorted to Mawlamyine by a housekeeper. The two of them laughed at the Pine Tree Inn. The two servants lived in a small hut, just a short walk from the main house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Are you angry, Ko Khin Maung... 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Putting the mind into work is concentration, and it goes without saying that concentration is the key to success.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe more you use your mind in selling, the more you will sell. The points presented in this book may seem obvious and unimportant to the average person. However, a salesperson who follows these points carefully and consistently, in his eyes, his mouth, his facial expressions, and his voice, will be asked whether he has mastered the art of selling. Because these points are so subtle that no one but the person using them will be able to see that they are being used.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThese points are obtained by using the methods of great scholars who are particularly knowledgeable in psychology and understand the human mind. This book is a kind of psychology book that teaches about the human mind. This psychology is a practical psychology used in sales work. A salesperson who is knowledgeable in this sales psychology will find that he can catch a rabbit and hold his customers captive, just as a lion can catch a rabbit. Therefore, by reading and practicing repeatedly, the salesperson should always have this book in his hand so that his body and mind can absorb and retain these points and acquire wonderful qualities of courage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA real person can do sales work. There are many jobs such as sitting in a shop and selling, going from place to place and showing samples of products and selling them, advertising and selling, selling through agents, working together and selling, selling wholesale and retail, etc. A real person who knows this sales psychology will not be poor in life. He does not need any capital. He can look at a big shop and imagine how I can sell the products in this shop and actually find a way to do it and make money.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne hundred dollars cannot be easily borrowed, and if one gets it, one has to pay interest. One hundred dollars worth of goods can be borrowed. When one gets it, one makes a profit. In this world, a person who sells is not only a clever person with a head on his head, but also a person who uses money in the world, but only goods. If we consider that a person who sells is like a person who lives in a forest of goods, and has no need for anything to use, no need for food or clothing, and has a large garden.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFurthermore, a real person is not just a commodity, but has many things to sell. Selling knowledge, selling advice, selling time, selling work, selling energy, etc. are all valuable commodities that every person has, from coolies, servants, clerks to clothes, and doctors. This book on sales psychology is relevant to anyone who wants to grow in the world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe first effective use of psychology in business was in sales, where it taught people how to attract people, how to persuade people not to buy, and how to make people want to use things that they thought were unnecessary. In ancient times, in England, they did not know how to use dry tea and cocoa, but now they cannot live without them. This is because of the power of salesmanship.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis knowledge cannot be the only factor that can make a country grow, and no one can deny that it is a major factor in the country's growth and national development. After the war with Germany in 1918, the first people to be discharged from the army were \"salesmen\" who knew how to sell. This was a time when the Burmese people needed to learn how to sell. \"We know how much we have suffered because we have relied on agricultural work, and the important way to get out of that poverty is to learn how to sell. \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWho sells it?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom the manufacturer of raw materials to the final consumer, the seller is used as a link in the chain. From the manufacturer of raw materials to the manufacturer of accessories, the seller transports the raw materials. From the accessory manufacturer to the wholesaler, the seller transports the finished product. From the wholesaler, the seller transports it to the retailer. From the retailer, the seller again transports it to the consumer. This seller is also called a broker. He is also called a commission agent. He is also a travel agent.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGovernment work\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn England \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ethere is a Department of Overseas Trade and a Board of Trade. This body is responsible for answering inquiries about the types of goods traded in any country or region. This body collects information about commercial consultants, commissioners, agents, commercial matters and road stations and publishes them in the bulletins published by this body. Advice can be easily obtained from this department if you ask for it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo obstacles.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOther jobs are not easy for everyone. In sales, there are no obstacles. No one obeys anyone's rules and regulations. There is no end to greatness, and the path to greatness is open to you. If you are not shy and really put your heart into it and start practicing sales from an early age as a clerk in an office, you will see that a person with average intelligence can become a rich man by following the methods described in this book. It does not depend on the lucky person, but on everyone's abundance of work.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAbundance of work\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, thanks to the power of machinery, the output of goods is increasing. The shops are also full of goods. The salesman negotiates with the customer to get the price of the goods, buys a small amount at first, sells it himself, and then buys it again and again. When the big wholesalers realize that the power and honesty are true, they can reach a situation where they can get it for many months.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, no one criticizes the seller, but even praises him. If he is ashamed and poor, no one will pity him. He who strives to acquire the extraordinary courage to sell the goods that are not sold by many and sell them to others, goes out into the forest and mountains to find gold and silver.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is sure to prosper more than a miner, a gold or silver or alchemist. | \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat wholesaler can refuse and throw away a skilled salesman? Large wholesalers, whether because of their own strength or because they cannot live without using petroleum, need money to sell their existing products and are forced to work hard. Since a skilled salesman does not have to think about these things or advertise them widely, the doors of growth automatically open for the skilled salesman to enter stores where goods are lying dormant and to import and sell new products. How can a person who has made up his mind that he will not invest in money, but in strength and courage, not grow? Large wholesalers\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eare ready to help such people grow and prosper.\u003c\/span\u003e\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\"\u003eSeller's first priority\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e People usually don't know what they need themselves, they only know when they are told that something is important to use.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey don't think that typewriters are good to use at first. They are now not only used but also considered to be the most important tool in the workplace because they can demonstrate the value of time, the time saving, the ease of use, the cleanliness, and the clarity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eImagine how difficult it must have been for the person who started selling that typewriter. In the mind of the buyer, they would say, “I will have to practice for a long time to type on this machine, the money I will have to invest is huge, and I will have to hire an extra printer, and I will have to buy ink ribbons to make it work. It will not be fast, and if it breaks down, I will have to pay to fix it. No way, no way. I will only be able to do it if I have to plan it out. Who would buy it if I had a few hands?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe fact that even such a difficult-to-sell device is now being bought and used all over the world shows how great the salesman's ability is. There are so many products that can be sold without having to talk about them, and selling them successfully is a very good job, considering that it is not so difficult to ask for work from the rich.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe first important task of a salesperson is to convince someone who refuses to buy a product that they need it now. Most salespeople have the mindset that they will sell only when there is someone willing to buy, just as they would if they were called to buy from a store. The job of selling is not like this. The ability to go to people who are unwilling to buy or who are not called to buy and sell is called the ability and courage of a salesperson.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe person who takes goods from a department store and sells them around the world is not a small honor because he is the representative of the department store. If he treats the goods as if they were his own, and if he treats them as if they were his own, and if he treats the interests of the department store as well as the interests of the buyer as well, his honor will grow day by day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe seller should try to put himself in the buyer's shoes and try to understand what it would be like to be the buyer. Then he is ready to overcome the buyer's objections. He should open an account with the best department stores and be careful to increase the reputation of the store. Honesty and integrity can help to maintain that reputation.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45566342398101,"sku":"","price":7125.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_c8fe4728-8b76-494d-8db0-3ed1df7af148.jpg?v=1730208466"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-ပီမိုးနင်းစာပေါင်းချုပ်ဒုတိယတွဲ","title":"Pi Morning - Pi Morning Collection, Volume 2","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWomen's menstruation\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The birth of a woman, the duties of a mother, the relationship between a mother and her daughter, puberty, the dangers of bad female companions, the protections created by nature, the diseases caused by unwise parents, the duties to be followed during menstruation, menopause...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWomen's bodies are not made like men's. Due to the greater complexity of conception and the greater responsibility of childbirth, the body's internal organs are more delicate and easily damaged. When damaged, pain occurs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEspecially menstrual-related diseases occur. When these diseases occur, they do wrong things because they do not know the cause. Usually, mothers themselves do not understand these things, because they are careless, because they think they are shameful, and because they are not used to talking to their daughters in a polite way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the teaching work, a certain difficulty arises, and some very important and worthy things are not told to the young girls. Because of this, when they grow up, they do not enjoy the beauty of growth and prosperity like fresh flowers and the wealth of health, but suffer from suffering and have a short life. Therefore, I will mention a few important things that are known.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGirls reach puberty at the age of twelve, with some reaching puberty even earlier.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat age is the age of “adulthood,” and it is a very important part of life. At that age, they often follow the wrong paths of immoral and shameless female companions, without learning or heeding the important things they need to know. This is a cause for great concern.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that age, changes occur both inside and outside the body. The most important change is the awakening of the awareness and shame that “I am a girl.” At that time, as before, she no longer dares to play with boys. She sees the games that are related to girls differently and only participates in the games that are related to girls. The reasons for avoiding boys in this way are not well known, but they simply arise in the minds of girls according to their natural laws. That nature is created in this way for the benefit of girls.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen parents who don't know see the change in behavior, they often criticize and criticize when it doesn't match their own feelings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe black-and-white coloration is not only like a tree that prevents the young change from developing and blooming, but also a kind of perversion and can even cause mental and physical diseases. For example, at that age, they are afraid to go to a place that they used to go, or to do something that they used to do. Then, the unknowing parent threatens them with, “What happened to you? You always do it, and now what happened?” etc. When threatened like this, the girl’s mind warns her not to do it, not to go, and she does it out of fear of her parents. When something goes wrong in her mind, it goes against the nature of the nature and the work, and it becomes a mental or physical disease. Or it can be an addiction, and that addiction can appear immediately or after a long time. Girls who are very sensitive, shy, and compassionate are even worse. At that time, because the parents were not honest, they would sometimes resist the dictates of the law and, because of this, they would suffer greatly. However, after a long time, they would forget about that suffering and go away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen they forget, they suffer from a disease like addiction, some kind of disease that doctors cannot diagnose, some kind of neurological disease, some kind of mental disease. Or they are humiliated and ruined for the rest of their lives. So, no one can say how many of the ruined women are ruined by the sins of their parents.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is because the shame that arises naturally is destroyed and destroyed, and one becomes shameless for the rest of one's life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMany erotic books describe the body in detail. Of course, girls cannot be healthy without knowing that much. It would be superfluous to describe these topics related to the work of a doctor, so it is only necessary to know a few important things to avoid.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen menstruation begins, girls who do not know about it are often frightened. They use a lot of cold water. Or they block it with something to stop it. Doing so can cause disease, so they do not fear it and wash themselves with warm water from time to time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is only necessary to do so. Whether it is during conception or for some other reason, that blood does not appear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, those who are sensitive to the menstrual cycle experience pain. The way to prevent this pain is to correct the bowel movements. If the abdomen is tight with food, it also causes pain because the blood does not pass well. Therefore, in the few days before menstruation, one should take a mild, non-hot, and non-aggressive laxative. Before that day, hard work and rough play can cause excessive bleeding. Often, the blood is cold and thick, so it does not pass easily, and it causes pain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHot water is a blood thinner. It is better to avoid cold water before that day. If you catch a cold during your period, your blood will stop and clot. If you catch a cold and it stops, you should call a doctor immediately. If you have bloody discharge without any reason, you should also call a doctor immediately. It is easy to treat at first. If you are careless and do not use simple remedies, it will be difficult to go to the doctor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome girls bleed for three days. Some last for eight days or even just eight days. If the bleeding does not come on time or stops suddenly earlier than usual, it is not good and should be checked by a doctor as soon as possible. If the pain is severe at first, you can only relieve it by lying in bed and drinking warm water, applying compresses to the urethra, or applying hot water bottles. People who sit and work quietly also experience pain. The first day or two are usually painful. It is also a good idea to gradually relieve it by pressing the urethra.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome people vomit during menstruation. They should avoid foods that are not good for their stomach. Drink plenty of cold water. Eat plenty of fruits. Do not move your body too much. Keep your bowels regular. If the pain does not go away, call a doctor. Do not take medicines on your own to relieve pain. In such cases, if an inappropriate substance is included in the medicine, the patient may suffer from a lifelong illness. Some medicines may cause temporary relief and then cause a worse illness. Some also take medicines that are supposed to make you sleepy, which can make the illness worse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou can take a bath during your period. However, it is better to rub yourself with water rather than take a bath. You should never bathe so that you are completely submerged.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Strong girls can use cold water. Women, if they have not conceived by the age of fifty, menstruate. When menstruation stops, the fetus also dies. At that time, it is called menopause.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome people stop at the age of forty. Some people get dizzy and have a headache due to the blood rushing to their heads. At that time, lying down quietly will help. Drink plenty of hot water, relieve your stomach, eat fruits, and walk without getting tired. At that time, being sad can seriously damage your health.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45566343315605,"sku":"","price":7125.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_df6c6d47-8148-47c4-afd2-a11fd1517aa4.jpg?v=1730208485"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-ပီမိုးနင်းစာပေါင်းချုပ်တတိယတွဲ","title":"Pi Morning - Pi Morning Collection, Volume 3","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA kind of extraordinary courage\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is something subtle in every prominent person that cannot be captured by a photograph, painted with a brush, carved by a sculptor, not clearly described in ancient texts and Theravada texts, that anyone can see and know, but cannot say what it is. That is called a kind of power.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are such people in the world. They are distinguished from others by their courage, ability, and knowledge, but they are so prominent that people want to see them just by hearing their name.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf that fate could be measured with the power of the universe, it would be possible to predict even the state of young students' future growth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, since they cannot measure that special quality, they judge people by their intelligence and courage. In fact, that invisible courage, the courage that is seen but not seen, is a courage that can serve even those with great intelligence, and those who have reached the pinnacle of the world are known by their lack of intelligence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat special courage is found in people who are easy to find. Therefore, it is often seen that those who have only the right intellectual qualifications, are endowed with stately charm, and have polite manners and expressions, surpass and reach high positions. Therefore, who knows what, is praised by those who are more qualified than them. Who does what to whom, and so on, and so on, are often dissatisfied and talk about it. No matter what they say, the wisest people reach the highest places, and only those who are brave usually reach the top. Moreover, in the pursuit of wealth, it is a daily occurrence that ordinary people grow more than the wise. It is clear that diligence and kind words are more powerful than knowledge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, if one were to ask, \"Which is greater, knowledge or wealth?\", one would say that a good mind and good diligence are the most valuable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome great orators can win over an audience. But when you read what they say in a book, you find that it is not as captivating as when you listen to them speak. This is because when you listen to what they say, a certain courage that is not present in writing emanates from the speaker's appearance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey say what they want to say themselves. If someone else writes and speaks for them, no matter how much they are told, they will not be able to convince the audience.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e, the courage of the invisible personality is so powerful that it can overcome even the most violent and stubborn of minds, sometimes even changing the history of an entire nation.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThose who encounter people with this unique power and courage are calm and easy-going, and even when they encounter difficulties, they do not think that they are difficult, but they find the path to success. Such people are people who develop their spirit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome people, unlike the above-mentioned people, are different and make many people feel uncomfortable. No one wants to deal with such people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne of these two types of people is respectful and loving towards each other, willing to help others, and tend to consider the interests of others as their own interests. The other type of person, who is often hostile and hostile, is opposed to this person and seeks only his own interests. In the minds of these people, it is obvious from their faces that they do not like others to be happy or to be famous.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, it is good to remember that there are two kinds of people in the world: those who plant hate plants, cultivate hatred, and cultivate love, and those who plant love plants, cultivate love, and cultivate love. Each person will enjoy the fruits of the plants they plant.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThose who are willing to help others in their difficulties, and who do not always seek their own interests, are easily recognized and respected by everyone in the place they visit, even if they have no external or cultural characteristics. Such people make the burdens of the burdenless lighter. They strengthen the weak. They give hope to the discouraged, and they are trusted and relied on. If such a person wants to be a good person in every situation, there is no difficulty; anyone can do it. The remedy for this does not have to be sought or collected in great detail, but is the natural and fundamental method called love.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is no qualification or diploma in the world more valuable than this power of love. Such a person does not only develop spiritual knowledge, but also wealth and physical knowledge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMany women, though not beautiful in appearance, have the butterfly-like beauty of love, so they are able to love, be kind, and be compassionate, and they are no different from those who are beautiful in appearance. In fact, these young women have the courage to be more beautiful than those who are beautiful. Because the appearance is only a layer of skin, and it tends to fade day by day. But the noble essence, if it has a noble essence, can never be destroyed, as if it were a noble essence, and it can carry the saying that the older it is, the more beautiful it is.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, who and where did I say that to? How did I say that to a person called Nga-mee? My face turned black and I was instantly embarrassed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Using words like \"I love you\" is very contrary to love, and by saying such words, one ends up diminishing one's own worth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMany times, when people are gathered together and talking, and it is boring, that beautiful woman, with a smiling face, a fresh expression, and a ray of love, enters and spreads. Like a cool, refreshing breeze blowing in the hot weather, the quiet crowd is as if it has come to life and is happy. That young woman is also like rain that pours down in a dry and dry season.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePeople with such special courage often do not know where their courage comes from or why they are loved by many. They only know that they have a special courage that makes people love them. However, this courage can be acquired by training it in some other skill. Because not every pearl is a pearl, but everyone can have that courage if they are taught to do so.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter acquiring this magnetic attraction, the other important thing is the intelligence to judge what is appropriate and inappropriate in speech and behavior, and the politeness of the way one uses words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHaving a clear view of what to say in this situation and what to do in that situation can greatly contribute to this special quality. Therefore, the ancients said that it is more difficult to not know than not to have.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn summary, in interpersonal relationships, it is important to be especially careful and avoid words, speech, and actions that may hurt or offend someone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is usually easy to judge a person by looking at the way they sit on the train. Placing a seat so that others cannot sit, deliberately stretching out their arms, stepping between clean people with unclean bodies, unclean clothes, and sitting in a way that makes a person feel uncomfortable and unacquainted with them is a clear sign of a person who is not thoughtful, intelligent, and has a bad heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn short, one should be especially careful not to cause others to be unhappy because one should believe that no one will be unhappy with a person who does not make anyone unhappy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnyone can inherit a unique and priceless heritage. That heritage is none other than the ability to act in a civilized manner, to be kind, to be hospitable, to be generous, to forgive the offenses of others, and to be patient.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMillions of dollars in gold, silver, stones, and iron are perishable, but those treasures are indestructible and will last forever.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe Burmese people have a very valuable cultural heritage, but we know that there are not enough people who truly forgive the mistakes of others, which is why violent crimes are common.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis attraction is not only valuable in business, but can also lead to great heights in political work. If you are a lawyer, you can get many clients. If you are a merchant, you can get many customers. If you are a doctor, you can get many patients. This courage is indispensable for growth in any profession. Such people can do more in business than themselves and even more than those who work hard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMany people understand their work well and are highly qualified, but they are unable to progress because they lack that drive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat courage is called being kind to others, being kind to others, and being open-minded. If you want to have that courage, you must be careful to minimize the mind that thinks only of yourself, the mind that only knows its own desires, and the mind that is narrow-minded. Because being clever is a virtue, but being clever is a vice, so the wise have said that one should not be content with being clever. Therefore, it is better to imitate clever and good people rather than following the foolish and the ignorant.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45566344528021,"sku":"","price":7125.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1bf5d0d5-e1e8-4506-891c-b67b7fd5fb5d.jpg?v=1730208505"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-တစ်နိုင်ငံမြိုင်ယံခြားဖုန်းမေ့လေသလား","title":"P.Morning - Did you forget your phone number when you were in another country?","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't want to continue my studies. My teacher treated me unfairly, thinking that if I don't get a certificate from him, I will never be a good person for the rest of my life. Why should I stay in this school? I have just passed the 7th grade and read many English novels, so my friends say that I can read at least 10th or 11th grade. My parents want me to become a salaried official. Now I study from 10 am to 4 pm. If I continue to study until the end, I don't know how many thousand more baht I will spend. After studying, I have to spend a lot of money and time, and I don't want to do a clerical job where I have to start work at 9 am and work until 5 pm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWriting is not a job. Life in this world is short, so it is the most noble thing to do your own work to earn money and keep your body and mind at peace. Those who work as wage laborers are like selling both their fortune and their intelligence to others for a meager salary. When they see writers walking around in modest clothes, they think that writing is very noble. But they do not think about how much suffering they suffer under the discrimination of the castes in the workplace.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe knowledge you learn in school is just a part of people's reputation. It is not a career. It is like the saying \"One career, one education.\" You should seek education. My parents will not allow me. They only plan to make me do some kind of low-level work. I don't want to go home. I don't want these books. If I go to a used book shop in the night market and sell them, I will get a good price. The government can't feed every BA. I have seen that BAs are suffering because they can't find work. I don't want to study to get a BA, which is not even like the fortune teller on the pagoda hill. If you take a job like a dog, the time when BAs will be swarming will come soon and you will be stuck. You need to earn money early, give charity early, and get married. Thinking about how to plan and where to go, Maung Ba Saw went to a bookstore in Kalakatta Market after school. He sold books, a few coins, and a diamond ring, which amounted to more than 200 baht, and he put it in his bag so that it wouldn't get lost. Then he went to the railway station to find a train to take to show the good path to the good people and the gods.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, in a town called Kintaw in the upper Chindwin region, a young man came to live in the house of a tea merchant named U Kan Gyi.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45566350983317,"sku":"","price":1350.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_13df7875-4db9-46fe-902d-1996573ed5bb.jpg?v=1730208632"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၁၆","title":"P.Morning - Vatthupadesa No. (16)","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm surprised.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eB.A.B.L. Maung Maung Kha, who had studied at the Calcutta University, had always kept in mind that after he had completed his B.A., he had to deal with a woman, and with the law, rather than with a judge. If you look at the calculation, the lawyer's profession was \"fighting\", which meant hiring a typewriter, paying for carriages, renting a room, and writing. Since all the money he earned was deducted from his expenses, he became a serious minister in external matters, which he had to collect from his clients to earn money. Since he had not yet become a third- or second-class lawyer after his B.A., he had not invested enough money, so he thought that taking a wife was a great thing to hope for.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day, Maung Maung Kha boarded the second carriage of a train to a district town on business, and was so drunk that he almost fell off the train. Because, as the saying goes, \"I met a sweet girl, I met a virgin\" in the second carriage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe thing is, she is an 18-year-old English girl with a fair complexion, a high forehead, and all the beauty in the world, from her eyebrows to her eyes and her neck.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Maung Kha held on to the rail of the train, pulling himself up without any effort, and sat down awkwardly, facing the girl.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Maung, who was sitting in front of him, was filled with a mixture of love, compassion, and lust for the young woman in front of him, so he looked at her for a moment. His four eyes, his\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e``After a while, the train from Yangon Station started to sound its horn and started to go towards Pyay. At that time, Maung Maung Kha was reading the Kawi Eyeglasses magazine from Kawi Eyeglasses, which he was holding in his hand, as if he was reading it with great enthusiasm. He turned the pages one by one, and as if he were reading it with a different twist, he kept his eyes fixed on the English girl, and he kept his eyes fixed on the English girl.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe English girl, knowing that Maung Maung Kha was watching, carefully embroidered the lace she held in her hand. Sometimes the lace was wrong and she had to fix it. It almost fell out of Maung Maung Kha's magazine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs they walked like this, they did not speak to each other until the train arrived at Kyee Myint Daing Station. When they reached Insein Station, the English girl leaned forward and placed the necklace near her. Maung Maung Kha, with his eyes wide open, placed the magazine on his lap and looked out the window at the fields. No matter what they looked at, their minds were constantly wondering who was who and whose descendants they were.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the train arrived at Insein Station, Maung Maung Kha was worried that people would board the train, so he imagined that he would sit next to the English lady, and if he sat next to her, she would be like this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe thought of the next bug in his mind made him worry, so he got up and looked out the window, wondering if the English lady and her hot belly were coming. He pretended to look in the direction of the English lady, and looked at the market vendors. The English lady remained calm as she looked in the direction of the English lady. While he was thinking like this, the train left Insein Station. Only then did Maung Maung Kha's mind calm down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs they walked slowly like this, both of them became sad. Because people live in groups and have no one to talk to. After a while, the English girl asked in a sweet voice, \"Can I please read your newspaper?\" Maung Maung Kha got up from his seat, took the newspaper lightly, and handed it to the English girl. He also gave her a copy of the Kawi Eyeglasses magazine written in Burmese. \"The dolls are beautiful,\" he said, adding, \"Please take a look.\" When the English girl thanked him, Maung Maung Kha felt that he was being mocked. . . \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe English girl was grateful for the newspaper. Maung Maung Kha was grateful for the newspaper. Maung Maung Kha, looking at the English girl reading the newspaper, praised her in his heart, saying, \"She is the most beautiful girl in the world.\" He wanted to say something, but the English girl did not raise her head and just sat there reading the newspaper.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter reading the newspaper, he returned it to Maung Maung Kha. Maung Maung Kha asked him where he was going.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e English: \"I'm going to my country.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Maung Kha. “Do you live in the country?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e English: “No, I live in Yangon. Where do you live?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Maung Kha. “I am in Yangon, why don’t you go to Pathein now?” -\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e English: \"Where do you work?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Maung Kha. “This is my card,” he said, and handed it over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEnglish: After looking at the card, he asked, \"How long has it been since you returned from Kalakat?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Maung Kha: “Not long ago, about 6 months ago.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What is your name?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e English: \"My name is Mary,\" she said shyly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Maung Kha. “Why are you going?” I asked him. “I’m going to school because the school is closed,” he replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Maung Kha. “Which school do you live in?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mary: “I’m on the computer.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Maung Kha. “Are you wearing a dress?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mary, who is also known as Ma Nyunt, nodded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Maung Kha. “Which class are you in?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Nyunt: “In the tenth grade.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After that, having no chance, they reached Letpandan in silence. Maung Maung Kha was sad to leave Ma Nyunt and board the Pathein train. Nyunt went alone to Pyay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne evening, after Maung Maung Kha had finished his day's work, he was walking along the pagoda road in the evening. He came across Mary, a face he had never seen before, crossing the pagoda road, carrying a small leather bag.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen they meet like that, they stand there looking at each other without saying a word. This is because young people only talk when they are very familiar with each other. Such looks are like a robbery of the eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, Maung Maung Kha took off his hat and paid his respects. Then the girl left. Maung Maung Kha remained behind, watching the girl go without letting her go.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Maung Kha was staring at him with all his eyes. Then, thinking that I would find out where he was, he turned and returned to his house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe school opened a few days later, so Maung Maung Kha went to the school and waited in front of the school until the school was finished. He thought to himself that if he saw Mary one day and separated from her friends, he would come and talk to her. If she rejected him, he would have to search for her in other cities.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI followed him \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eand saw him turn away from the hospital and go towards Mugo Street. When he reached Mugo Street, he had already separated from his companions, and Maung Maung Kha took off his hat and greeted him. Mary also smiled and greeted him back.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mary: \"Are you deliberately following me?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Maung Kha. “As you can imagine, if you think I'm rude, I'm only following you because I see you in my eyes.” I didn't consciously wait for you to follow me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Do you hate me?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mary: \"Why should I hate you? But you must be found guilty of following the wishes of men and having fun.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Maung Kha. “You say this because you don’t know my feelings. I’m not that kind of person.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then the young woman, without speaking, walked along with Maung Maung Kha.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mary: \"If your heart is right, I have no objection. I know you are doing your duty, and I remember your name.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You're George, aren't you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e``Maung Maung'' in Burmese is Maung Maung Kha, and in English it is George. The card given to me on the train says George.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then, as they continued talking, Mary Kow Ma Nyunt and Maung Maung Kha were allowed to openly express their love for each other, and they became lovers and went away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e``Maung Maung Kha would go and meet them every evening. They would not reveal their Burmese names, but would live together like English men and women. . .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The English girl, Ma Nyunt, not only had relatives in Letpadan, but she herself was a Letpadan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe English boy was the only son of a wealthy man living in Pathein. His parents, out of love for their son, sent him to Calcutta for his education, where he became George, also known as Maung Maung Kha, who passed the B.A.L.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [3]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The rich man U Thant met the schoolmaster U Khant in the train carriage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh my, school teacher.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"My lord, where did they come from?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Thant. “Hey, my son, I’m working in Yangon, so I have to go and see the situation, school teacher.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e About. \"Who else?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Thant. “Maung Maung Kha is my son...BABL”\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45565653647509,"sku":"","price":3600.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_aa4cf719-9ad0-4e2c-8870-e6df450246ca.jpg?v=1730208829"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၁၅","title":"P.Morning - Vatthupadesa No. (15)","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOur village\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [1]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the wet and dry places on the banks of the Hlaing River, there was no sound other than the sound of the wind and the water. The world was wet, but the small villages were dry, so it was called wet and dry. In the fields, the green buffalo pastures were like islands in the vast ocean, and the green islands in the middle of the water, sparkling in the sun, seemed like emeralds. The clouds were like feathers, and the clouds were like the spirits of the season, preparing to give birth to the summer season.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA young man, whose appearance was like a beautiful tree growing in a forest, out of harmony with the landscape of the area, sat on a hillock next to a cowshed behind a forest house, his hands resting on his knees, looking out at the sparkling water and the small island with a small hut and a small group of banana trees swaying in the wind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young man's appearance was that of a child who was bound by the bonds of sorrow and grief, and could only be known by a casual glance. For whenever he met or spoke to anyone, he always had such a cheerful appearance that one would think he had never known or experienced anything like sorrow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is known that some relatives of the deceased parents are here, and when they arrive at this remote place, they find that their relatives are no longer there. It is a young man who has taken temporary shelter at the house of a new friend, but no one knows why he has come to take refuge. When various things happen, the villagers and villagers are suspicious of the young man and give each other various opinions about him. They know that he came from a town on the railway. No one knows the truth about which town or why. His past events remain a mystery to explore.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that moment, he heard a pleasant melody not far away. It was as if the sound had blown away the fog of his unsettled mind like a gentle breeze. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. The melody was \" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePinchin Nge Seng Inkyin Myaing Ragoon Oksi Yorka Phan Nge Tan Aok Lo, Ko Aung Kyaw Goewee Ke Tha Bwe Soe Taw\" (The melody was a melody that was not strange, but it was the sound of a happy heart emerging from a free mind, and it brought freshness to the young man's dull and dry mind.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young man was surprised to see that the voice was not a man's but a woman's. For he could not find anyone among the ragged people of this fishing village who could match that voice. He continued to listen until the melody ended, wondering what kind of person the owner of that voice was.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e``When the song ended, I got up and went away, hearing the same voice continuing to sing other songs. After a while, I came to the edge of a branch where some young women were working, and the song stopped. The young women also stopped working, and some looked at it. Some said, ``It's funny, it's boring.'' Others continued working.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young man, however, could not distinguish who the singer was. He was wearing a dirty, dirty cloth wrapped around his head, and his face was dark and sallow. He saw only a beautiful, unsightly appearance, and was disappointed. Every good voice has a bad appearance. Healthy villagers have good voices because their lungs are strong, but their appearance is rough. I think there are only unpleasant things to look at. He stood there, looking at the rows of yams, plantains, peppers, watermelons, eggplants, corn, and gourds.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Here, Ma Hla May, Ma Hla May, if there is nothing in our remote villages, before we go back, let’s go to school with a longing.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's wrong, Ma Ayephon?\" a brown-haired man asked in support.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“If it’s a tiger, Ma Shwe Toh?” \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young man’s face turned red. When a man entered the group of women, he thought about a wild custom of a wild boar that would tease and tease and tease and tease and tease and tease. . . The young man was about to turn back, not seeing any one to satisfy his beautiful and beautiful gaze. When he heard that, he thought that Ma Hla May was a city girl. \"Who are they?\" he said in a panic, looking to the north and south, \"Do something.\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\" He saw a young woman who had just stood up and thrown a shovel and fallen down. He wondered what would happen. As he looked, his companions gathered around him. He ran to see a beautiful girl with blood dripping from her feet, her hands wet with blood, her face raised and her face frowning. He felt compassion well up in his heart.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“My mother said, ‘If you can’t do it, don’t do it.’ What else do you want to do? Is it in your feet? The axe is very sharp. How can you make it hit your feet?” said one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I accidentally threw my baby out of the pot and it went too far,\" the patient said with a trembling voice and white lips.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh my... there's a lot of blood, I must have pressed the button,\" someone said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now, if only there were someone who could stop the bleeding,\" one said. The other looked at the young man and said...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't you know how to stop bleeding?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When asked, the young man still thought that he would be the one to marry, so he was surprised. - The young women also gave up their seats...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't be afraid, I'll be quiet now, I've already drawn more blood than this.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe looked at the young woman's face with a smile and sat down with an encouraging face. He began to recite the mantra and just recite the mantra, the blood flowed noticeably slower and slower. The young woman's pale face also turned red. Soon the blood stopped flowing, and the young man couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the mantra or because of his smiling face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause the blood rushing to his face was so intense that there was no blood left on his severed foot. His white lips were red, and when he washed the wound with river water, it turned white.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen he took some charcoal from the nearby bushfires, crushed it between two stones, and not only did he give it to her, but he also took out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket, tore it, and gave it to her. The young woman, who was so embarrassed, gradually gathered her courage and said thank you words. Her whole body, from her limbs to her hands,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45566312611989,"sku":"","price":1080.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_08370e68-36e9-4a38-833a-5aad8d9170fa.jpg?v=1730208845"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၁၄","title":"P.Morning - Vatthupadesa No. (14)","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The king's heart\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou may have heard the saying, “A blanket of love is enough, but a white blanket is not enough.” The power of love can bring about the well-being of a person. Now, the strange mind and the city, which are hypnotized, are also the great power of the great mind. Therefore, the special love of the two jewels of love will be well described.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the year 1247 of the Burmese calendar, when our Lord, the great King Thibaw, was captured by the British, there were riots in the towns and villages. Among them, from the place called Mayanchaung and Kyaukkala in Lower Burma, ruthless, ruthless, and even cruel bandit rebel colonels, who took the title of Monk Bo, attacked the people and then, after forcing them to flee, they not only plundered, tortured, and terrorized the people of the city and the village, but also, in a very cruel and brutal manner, they did not spare the husband or the wife, as if they were coming from a pack of animals, they even took the husband and wife, killed their husbands and children, and behaved in an unseemly manner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day, when the monk was raiding the village of Wanpadaw, he came upon the house of Maung Shara and Ma Buk Mya, who were very wealthy. After taking the goods, he set fire to the house and wanted to marry Ma Buk Mya. So he killed her husband Maung Shara and took Ma Buk Mya, his son Maung Tint Pe, and his daughter Ma Yin May away. Then the children were very afraid and trembled and followed them wherever they took them. When they reached the village of Kalachaung, the children could not walk and could not stand. However, the ruthless and uncaring bandits dragged them on the ground and left them, so that the monk thought that Maung Tint Pe was abandoned near the village of Kalachaung. Only the 6-year-old girl, Mayin May, who could not walk well, was taken away by the colonel's order.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen they abandoned my brother, he was helpless. He was still young and had a lot of love for his mother and father, so he cried inconsolably, like a dog running around on the beach. Even a person who was completely devoid of compassion for others would surely shed tears and feel heartbroken if he saw this little boy's plight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut the villagers of Kalachaung were afraid of the bandits and did not dare to enter the village. Some hid in the forest, while others went to live in the big city. The village was as dry and boring as a cemetery, and there were only crows and crows. When the little boy Maung Tint Pe walked from here to there, crying and feeling angry, he arrived at the village in the evening. When he entered the village, he did not see anyone. However, because he was very hungry, he went up to a big house and there was no one there. He saw a big, beautiful, ripe banana and was about to eat it. While he was peeling a banana and opening it, a man ran up and down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey...don't eat, little boy, don't eat,\" Maung Tint Pe, who was still hungry, took a bite of the banana. The man who ran up to him squeezed Maung Tint Pe's neck and said, \"Spit it out, little boy, spit it out, don't eat it, little boy...it's all poisoned. You'll die.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he said this, Maung Tint's father spat out. Soon after, another monk arrived.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, what's wrong? Are you going to let the kids eat these bananas? That's why I told you in the beginning, don't do it, you can't do it. Now what are you going to do next?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I haven't eaten yet, my God... Don't be so hot, my disciple is the first.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe monk said, \"Oh, you haven't eaten yet, my dear.. I'm worried.. I'm afraid you've finished eating. Throw away the big banana. It's not good. Come on, come on... take me to the school so we can ask the child where he is.\" He said and took me to the monastery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the monk arrived at the school, he questioned the boy carefully and said that he knew the boy's place of residence and his parents very well, so he would send him to that place. However, when Maung Tint's father explained that he did not want to return and that he wanted to live with the monk, the monk listened to everything Maung Tint's father said and accepted him well. After many days of accepting him, the monk became very attached to him and loved him very much. However, after about 4-5-6 months, the town and village were still not peaceful, so the monk did not dare to stay in the village of Kalachaung, so he took Maung Tint's father and moved to the big city of Kyaikto.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Bu Mya and her daughter, Ma Yin May, were very tired and emaciated from following the monk wherever he went. In this way, they traveled from village to village, from forest to forest, and from mountain to mountain, until they reached the city of Bago. However, because the city was so large and the weapons were so powerful, the monk did not dare to attack the city, but only planned to attack and plunder the villages and villages in the west of Bago, and stayed in the forest to the west of Bago, waiting and expecting events.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, Maung Nyunt and Maung Tin, who were living in the Zainganai area of ​​Bago, were beaten by their teacher and did not go to school. Instead, they each went out into the forest with a bow and arrow to shoot birds. They gradually went deeper into the forest. After that, Maung Nyunt shot a waterfowl with his bow and arrow and hit it. He followed it with great zeal. When he got to Mazinchaung, he separated from Maung Tin and the waterfowl also disappeared. Then, Maung Nyunt went up the stream and chased the waterfowl, but when he saw the waterfowl, he could not find them. While picking the ripe and ripe kanasaothis that were growing in the forest, he heard a very sweet song sung by a little girl. As the time passed, the little boy Maung Nyunt, holding the small branch of the kanasa that was about to be plucked, could not pick a single kanasa fruit, and as he listened, the song disappeared again. Once again, he heard the beautiful and pitiful Moebwe song being sung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I can't do what I want to do, like a spiral, the two sides of the golden rain are like a spiral, dark as a heart, not a shadow, a bad appearance, the image of the unseeing is only a dream, it is\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter singing the song \"Moebwe\" (The Rainy Day), the children walked around the forest and picked up the little plums.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Nyunt is as pleasant as the sound of cranes and lutes.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45566313627797,"sku":"","price":3150.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_133f44e1-a0e6-47e5-9edc-d36c3953e7de.jpg?v=1730208862"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၁၂","title":"P.Morning - Vatthupadesa No. (12)","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLove, love\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Tint and Ma Nyunt were like siblings, and they loved each other tenderly and sincerely. Ma Nyunt was very affectionate towards Maung Tint, and she always followed Ma Nyunt's wishes in everything, and always spoke only what she liked, and she took care of him everywhere. Maung Tint also treated Ma Nyunt like a real sister and was very affectionate. Ma Nyunt asked her what she wanted, and if she wanted something, she would work hard to find it. When Ma Nyunt was not happy, Ma Nyunt would be embarrassed and ask her why, whether she had a headache, whether she was sick, whether she should go to the doctor for medicine, and whether she wanted to find a massage oil, and she would ask her husband to help her. If Ma Nyunt didn't like her, she wouldn't say anything, and if she didn't do anything, she would prioritize it and if she had something to say, she would talk openly and honestly, and they had been close for a long time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Maung Tint and Ma Nyunt gradually grew closer and closer from being strangers, not related to each other, to loving each other. At that time, Ma Nyunt and Ma Nyunt were both 22 years old. Ma Nyunt was only a month older than Ma Nyunt, but like a palm tree and a sesame tree, Ma Nyunt had reached the age of a young woman, and Ma Nyunt was like a young man. If they didn't ask about his age, Ma Nyunt would be 2 or 3 years younger than Ma Nyunt. Ma Nyunt and Ma Nyunt themselves thought that Ma Nyunt was very fair-skinned and Ma Nyunt was a small, slender child, so Ma Nyunt felt that Ma Nyunt was much younger than her. Ma Nyunt also thought that Ma Nyunt was much older than her, but no one could tell her age.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey both thought that they were not tall enough, and they both thought, \"Oh, he is fat, she is thin, we are the same age,\" and they both went away satisfied. Why is it that, considering the age of one person, they are satisfied with being the same age? We will find out at the end of this story, won't we?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Than had red cheeks, thin lips, wide eyes, a small nose, and a small, thin brush, making her look really beautiful and very cute, although not everyone would say so, but many would. Ma Than was Ma Nyunt's sister and came from Ma Nyunt's family, and she was from the same family as Ma Nyunt.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Tint was always at Ma Nyunt's house when he was busy, sitting at the front window reading a book and playing the harp. Ma Than would come to Ma Nyunt every day to talk and learn how to crochet. Every time Ma Than came, Ma Than would have more things to do at home. Ma Than would come to Ma Nyunt without being called, and every time she came, she would meet Ma Nyunt face to face as soon as she got to the house. If she couldn't talk to Ma Nyunt, she wouldn't stay at Ma Than's house, she wouldn't sit there, she would feel sad. Sometimes when Ma Than came, Ma Than would not turn around and just read a book, thinking that Ko Tint was really arrogant, and Ma Than would feel annoyed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Than planted a seed of love in Maung Tint, and since that seed had already sprouted, she desperately wanted Maung Tint to shower her with love. Whenever she had time, she only thought about Maung Tint, and whenever she spoke to Ma Nyunt, she also talked to Ma Nyunt. Ma Nyunt also loved Maung Tint with infinite love, so whenever Ma Than spoke, she would tell Maung Tint about his honesty and sincerity. Ma Than listened carefully to Ma Nyunt's words of encouragement for Maung Tint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was good and not too bad, and it seemed to be delicious. However, Maung Tint had no special feelings towards Ma Than at all, and Ma Than asked him about ten times, but Maung Tint only said it once, which made Ma Than think hard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Nyunt knew exactly how Ma Than loved Maung Tint, and how Ma Than's love for Ma Than was melting and falling on Ma Than, because she was a woman and older than Ma Than. Not only Ma Nyunt, but Ma Than himself was also aware of the subtleties of women's love. He knew, but he didn't know why Ma Than was so in love with Ma Than. With such an insincere love for Ma Than,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNot to mention the fact that he sees Ma Than every day, Ma Than falls in love with him blindly, and Ma Than falls in love with him, and Ma Than doesn't even think about Ma Than, and Ma Than loves him so much that he doesn't want to love him back, even though Ma Than loves him. So, Ma Than hates Ma Than, or thinks that Ma Than is a crazy woman, Ma Than dares to say that he doesn't hate Ma Than. He can clearly prove that she is not a crazy woman, but a true and steadfast woman. Without seeing any such fault, Ma Than doesn't love Ma Than, who truly loves him, because Ma Than's love and affection are dormant, or to whom?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(Thought)\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Nyunt's love for Maung Tint is not a superficial love like he loves me, but she thinks about Maung Tint as long as the day goes on and remembers Maung Tint as soon as the morning comes. She looks forward to Maung Tint's arrival. Sometimes, Maung Tint is busy with other things and cannot come to Ma Nyunt, so Ma Nyunt thinks, \"What did Atint do today?\" I also said something to make him angry. Why did he go and have so much fun? Why is he following me? Look, he hasn't shown up all day, thinking to himself, \"What's wrong with Atint?\" She prayed that he would be my little brother. She felt weak and sad because she didn't have any relatives with Maung Tint. Ma Nyunt didn't show up for a day and then the next day, when he woke up early, Ma Nyunt looked at him with a sad face and asked, \"Where have you been?\" Every time I hear the sound of shoes, I think about it, I think about it, right? I make tea and wait for the night to come, and when it doesn't come at 9 o'clock, I go to bed, and so on, and I look at it with a dissatisfied face. At that time, Maung Tint looked at Maung Tint and said, \"Oh, what are you going to do?\" When Maung Tint said softly that the night is not coming, who forced you to take me while you are working, and why is it wrong? Maung Tint was satisfied and went. Although he said that he was satisfied, he still had something in common with Maung Tint. He wondered if Maung Tint would meet someone like him in another place and be less kind to him and forget him. He was very angry and thought that if Maung Tint were my relative, I would be friends with him for the rest of my life. He would also listen to me. I thought about what I should do, and I wanted to make things right between Maung Tint and Ma Than. Ma Than loved At Tint very much, and if I told At Tint, it would be okay. When At Tint came, I would tell him, she decided.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day, Maung Tint was sitting by the window, thinking about various things. Ma Nyunt came and sat next to Maung Tint. She asked, \"What are you thinking about? Are you bored? Tint, I'll tell you something. Will you listen?\" She smiled and said, \"I'll tell you something.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Tint looked at Ma Nyunt's face and felt a chill run down his spine. \"What are you talking about, Nyunt? Tell me what you're going to say. Why have you ever denied what Nyunt said?\" he said, his stomach churning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNyunt. . ` \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYes, Nyunt, I'll tell you. You don't like Ma Than, right? Ma Than seems to love you very much. You and Me are very good, My Lady. I'll tell you, Nyunt.'\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Maung Tint laughed out loud. \"Don't do it, Annyunt, he won't like it when you do it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNyunt.. “Oh, what? My dear Ma Than, I love Atin so much that I am crazy. Ma Than also said that Atin is a young man, strong and self-possessed. I wonder if the monks will do it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Tint.. “Well, I don’t want to marry Tint either.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyunt.. So you're saying you hate Atin Ma Than, right? \"Inn inn\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTint. . “I love you, I don’t hate you, Nyunt. What did you do to deserve your hatred? I don’t hate you, but I don’t want to take you with me, so what should I do?” \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I replied with emotion, Ma Nyunt looked at me with a sad expression on her face. So, what if Atin has a girlfriend somewhere else? I don’t want to be related to Nyunt. This is also Nyunt’s fate. Nyunt said that he wanted to be related to Atin. If that’s the case, I’ll never say it again. Even now, Nyunt said it wrong, and I’m so sorry, Maung Tint continued to say what he wanted to say, with a sad look on his face.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45565605773461,"sku":"","price":1710.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_7fca507e-987b-4d7b-b5ba-d147946f451d.jpg?v=1730208879"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၁၀","title":"P.Morning - Vatthupadesa No. (10)","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFather's enemy\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When the town official, Maung Aung Hla, saw the village from a distance of about half a mile, he, with a lively and proud spirit and a strong body, went up and gave the horse a whip with his heel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe great king is not dead yet. If Thin dies, Thin will continue to rule. I will have to bow my head at the feet of the city king. My father was wronged and humiliated by Thin's son and daughter, and his business was ruined, and he even died. Right under my eyes, my father was unjustly tried and brought down to the top. I will not be able to do anything to the entire Thin family. I will remove the special power. I will have to ask Thin's son and daughter to respect me, etc., and he smiled to himself with satisfaction.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAung Hla was a native of Thayet Kone village. His father was honest and upright, and by applying his diligence and intelligence to his blacksmithing, he elevated even a small blacksmithing business to great glory. His sword and sickle were used throughout the area, and he became a respected and wealthy man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven though he was rich, he continued to work without abandoning his students. At that time, Aung Hla was no more than a child. However, seeing clearly what he had been subjected to in the house of his father, the great Shwe Lone, and the suffering he had suffered because of the great Shwe Lone's evil intentions, he remained contented and alone, thinking of the best way to take revenge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe story goes that a chieftain came to that village and received an order from the chief that he should be transported by cart from that village to another village at night. At that, the master blacksmith, with his original pride, refused and continued to do his work.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen the king called him to his house. When he called him, the blacksmith said, \"I have done nothing wrong. I have avoided everything that would not be punished by the king, so that I could be free from the insults and abuses of the king's servants.\" He thought, \"Why should I go?\" and did not go.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, a few months later, the chief magistrate not only accused the blacksmith of forging coins, but also had him handcuffed and kicked in the city in front of an audience. The blacksmith was left penniless and penniless in the process, but fortunately he escaped without being punished.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, the father and son left the bad neighborhood with a sense of regret and went to Yangon. In Yangon, Aung Hla studied hard and studied hard, but now he has come to the land of his birth to take revenge on the position of a city official. Aung Hla had to work hard to become a city official in that village.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe great father, however, established a monastery in the foothills of Yangon, usually seeking refuge with a rosary in a monastery near the Shwedagon Pagoda.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs he was going with the intention of revenge, he remembered his daughter, Sein Phyu, who was playing with him. Before his father's misfortune and ruin, the two of them used to play together in the backyard of the elder's house. Since they had been in poverty and had moved to another area, they had never met. Is Sein Phyu still there? If she was, what would the husbands do? If she were not, then it would have nothing to do with me. Thinking that Thin would be as wicked as Thin's father, he erased even the childish face he had imagined and threw it away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he arrived at the village, he saw faces he had seen since he was a child. However, no one seemed to recognize him. Some of the people his own age and those a little older than him, however, looked at him as if they recognized him. Aung Hla recognized those older than him very well. However, he did not greet them. He did not greet them for any other reason. It was because he was a very close friend.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is no blame on him for not recognizing and greeting those who are older than him, whom he has known and known, because he has come to him in a humble manner. There is a belief that has been imprinted in his mind. That belief is not the same. To initiate greetings on the road shows a lowly spirit. Or, it is the belief that he initiates greetings because he wants to boast.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOf these two beliefs, the first is true when it is true. There are also times when it is false. The second is that when those who have come from poverty greet those who have been equally poor, they want to show off, to show off their improved status.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA heart that is kind is more powerful than a heart that is honest. For example, a poor person who comes by car may have the same desire to greet his poor acquaintances on foot with a smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, Aung Hla left without greeting anyone who knew him or didn't know him. Therefore, the one who knew the truth about Aung Hla was that Aung Hla. It was true. Their father and mother fled to Yangon and now I don't know what happened. What kind of position did they get? They said, \"You don't even know us.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSomeone has become the city's owner. They say the city's owner is U Aung Hla. I didn't think about our little Aung Hla when I went there. Now that you mention it, I remember. Aye... Yes, hey. Team. The little guy hasn't disappeared. This guy doesn't seem to have come on a mission. It's like he's visiting alone, said one of them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Soon, news spread that Aung Hla Kaley had become the owner of the city.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAung Hla dismounted from her horse in front of a house, temporarily left her horse behind, and walked alone along the long village road.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In that village, when a child comes, I usually look at him more than he does.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAung Hla, however, went without paying attention. He did not greet those he knew first. The others he knew did not greet him boldly either. It seemed as if they were wondering whether or not to say yes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The village had changed a lot. There were more new faces than old ones.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey found another hut where their father and son had lived. The tamarind tree, which was a blacksmith's, had green leaves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He looked at the place for a moment and went in. He asked for a glass of water and drank it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA very beautiful young woman came with a bowl of water and when Aung Hla's hand touched hers, they looked at each other's faces. As she looked at him, the young woman seemed to be thinking. Then her face changed quickly and she became sad, and then she sat down on the bamboo floor, her legs crossed, and her feet together.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe house was a walled house. There was a short staircase leading from the lower level to the upper level and the living room. In front of the lower level was a shelf that connected to the eaves of the roof. Under the shelf was a small stall selling tobacco, cigarettes, tea, rice porridge, and snacks. Next to the stall, you could see a cigar rolling stand and a medicine cabinet, with prescriptions on the other side.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt home, the traces of a woman's work, modest and pure, can be found in the altar, in the upper room, in the drinking water jar with its green rice seedlings, and in the sewing machine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is the elder U Shwe Lone still there?\" Aung Hla began to ask.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When the young woman heard that question, her face turned pale and she left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"There is no such thing as a great man. There is only one now. What city is Maung Gyi from?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I came from Yangon. I used to live here.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I’ve never seen it before, so how long did it take you to get to Yangon?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I went there when I was a little girl, about ten years old. This is where my father and I live. That's the tamarind tree.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Below is the blacksmith's place. When I arrived at my birthplace, it was a kind of a circle.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Aung Hla's mind caught a glimpse of the young woman's face flushed and her eyes hazy. For a long time the young woman remained silent. Her expression of thought was quite clear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Yes. I heard that a master blacksmith used to live here. You two. What jobs do you do in Yangon now?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I came to this area for a city job. I came to my village and wanted to know what was going on,” he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"As you can see. It's not the same as before. The village is ruined. None of the old nobles are there. There are only a few descendants, who have moved from other places. Some have gone to other villages like you. Some have died and disappeared, and the search is still going on.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Are you also from this area?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young woman lowered her head, feeling embarrassed as if she had to answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We moved from above\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Do you have parents?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I have a father and a brother. My brother is married and has another job. Here we are, father and son. My father is old, so I sell tobacco and market things and take care of my old father.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Sadhu, Sadhu. I'm not married yet because I have to support my old father.\"\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45566315167893,"sku":"","price":3600.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_52f7c5b2-5c1f-40d1-bed6-2b176df55aee.jpg?v=1730208897"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၉","title":"P.Morning - Vatthupadesa No. (9)","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBlack and white\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBig Aye, Big Aye, my little niece, that evening when we were having dinner together, it was very difficult to say something that I wanted to say at the dinner table. Therefore, since I was the same age as Big Aye, who had been working as a cook for Big Aye for three months and four days before Big Aye died of piles, I even ate the dish that Ko Bo Aung had cooked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't know if it's good or bad. It's like swallowing the chaff. He calls me Kyi Aye, but he's not the kind of Kyi Aye who is cold. I know that when you have to tell bad news to Kyi Aye during a meal, the person you're talking to often feels like their mouth and tongue are sore, and their veins are numb and sore.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf I tell you, you certainly won't like it. If you don't like it, I don't know if it's because I was a child and I read a book between my legs. Thinking about it, I feel like a big, sharp-tongued, white-haired man climbing a mountain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, I decided to take the risk and say something like \"Don't say it, don't play it, don't cry,\" and I started, \"Big.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Huh?” “Big brother, that’s what I said the other day, er… that’s… I…” “What’s wrong?” “I’m going to see the rebels in Tharyawaddy.” “What’s wrong?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I should go. I’m really looking forward to today. It would be really fun if we went. I heard that the vultures were flying around. What if there were a lot of rebel girls?” - “Hey, what’s wrong?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe lump in my throat was like a lump in my throat, waiting for me to say something, waiting and listening, so I couldn't continue talking right away, so I had to pause and relax for a while. Then, \"I'm so sorry I couldn't follow you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBefore the big boy could even lift the rice ball to his mouth, the little boy was already weighing it in his hand, staring at me with a look that seemed to make him want to slap my face with it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Why can't I come?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“There is a very important matter. I remember that this is not the time to leave Yangon, whether openly or secretly, Your Majesty.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Dude... you used to follow me, what are you talking about now?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I don't think I can keep up. I can't keep up, big guy.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Why? Who else is feeling the breeze around their hips? Someone must be there.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI heard the words of the great Aye in my mind, as if they were very familiar to me, but I was also very surprised and thought that it was a very rare thing. I thought that it was a detective's intelligence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, my dear, I think so. I'm seeing it. It's not because I'm happy. It's because I'm afraid that others will get it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Who is it, where is it from?” “It’s called ‘Ma’sae. I call it ‘sae’.” “What’s your name, Aye… what’s your name?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Plastic... big. Plastic. Where can I get seeds? Big ones are also quite expensive.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Your name is Chua, I am not Chua. Avoid this name, O Aung, I will not be poor. You are a cunning and cunning person, you are only looking for a wife. A woman with this name is not a good wife. I will tell you, names like Boshun, Mae So, Budo, Haek Lae, especially Mae Sae are never bad. If a woman is branded with this name, she will remember until she dies that she is never bad. What kind of child will she be?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“He’s very handsome, Kyi Kyi, he’s not in Yangon yet.” “Which village are you living in now? If he’s not in Yangon yet…” “He’s the same, Kyi Kyi, he’s in this city.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Oh... the other day, Colonel, wasn't that the girl I greeted on the bus?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, I remember the conductor holding my hand while taking the money, and I was really angry.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI felt so relaxed in the cold...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, it doesn't matter, I'm also called a slob, and I even beat the conductor on the bus. I don't think this woman will take you. If she fights with the conductors and drivers and you and your little girl get on the bus early, you won't need to worry anymore. There's one thing to be sure of, my child. When did you meet her and where did you find out?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I knew it from watching the show. She was a great teacher. She could remember every detail. She was very good at drawing. Her cars were always on display at the show.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, it's a painter,\" he said, wrinkled his big nose, and blew his nose like a cow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He even has a portrait of me hanging in my house. It doesn't seem like he really likes this picture.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If it's like you, it's okay if you don't like it. Well, you'll see.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Teacher. Do you paint? Well, the woman who chats with the conductor on the bus. What's there to dream about? There are many beautiful women, widows, and single women in Thayarty. That's why I can't go sightseeing.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen I have to explain the exact circumstances of the incident.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“If I leave Yangon now, it will be a big mistake. There is no bigger mistake in the world. Girls are very difficult. It’s like the saying goes, ‘If you don’t see me for a day, you forget me for a year.’ They are not like boys. They have many faces. They are young and go down three flights of stairs. Why can’t I be completely confident? They are beautiful, they are teachers, and they are also good at painting. They have many admirers. I am an educated person. If I don’t get a chance to win, I will earn my living. I can’t help but think about which husband I will marry. And then there is the painter Tha Zhe. They are very close scholars, and they meet and talk, and they are friends, and they are friends, and they are friends, and they are friends. Who can leave them with confidence? This Tha Zhe, the painter, also has curly hair. It's like Sunday. Sundays with curly hair are easy to remember, big brother. Scared, curly, tied, tied. If I weren't there, I would be in the middle of the road, big brother. Besides, this guy treats my hair like the dust under his car tires. I can tell by the way he talks. When I see my hair, what is the color of his hair, what is the color of his \"color-contrast\" on his shirt, what is the name of the boy who speaks in a low voice? From what I have seen, girls tend to be the ones who talk like this. I don't know why. When I think about these things with my mind, I think that I have a very important and important matter to worry about, big brother. That's why the wife of the Thayarwady rebels, Even the widows and young girls are so eager to see me and invite me, but now, if I leave Yangon, I can see clearly enough that the things that will go wrong will be serious, as if I were to place eight plums, eight bitter melons, and eight yams on my palm. I beg you not to go. I am very angry, and I will be punished.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBig Aye laughed so hard that I couldn't stand it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm not angry. Thagi won't let you marry this girl. I know.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My lord... my lord, Thagi is my servant, my slave. Let him not take the woman I want, what can he do, my lord?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was angry, and I didn't even remember if I hit the table with my hand or if I just clenched my fist and hit it. I still think I did something to the table.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45565648044181,"sku":"","price":3150.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_f5eed973-d5fa-4a65-b883-6b85a2f159d0.jpg?v=1730208914"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၈","title":"P.Morning - Vatthupadesa No. (8)","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe new father's idea\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hey, old man, you’re useless. You’re a piece of shit. You’re a slob. You can’t earn six cents a month by pretending to be a clerk, pretending to be a dog, reading newspapers and magazines. Don’t bother coming here. When it’s time to eat, I’ll knock on the rice pot and call you. This job has nothing to do with you. It’s not your business. You don’t understand,” said his older brother, and drove old man away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe new man pretended not to hear, and without paying attention, he picked up the glass bracelets and looked at them. When he touched one of the bracelets with his hand, it broke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey, you're not going to go, are you? This isn't the item you left behind. You have to send everything back because you made a mistake. I ordered a turtleneck. I sent you a glass bracelet. I'm going to go and make people feel bad,\" he said, pushing the old man away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man fell down and got up with a shrug.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Will you become my slave just because I broke a ring? Why did you send this old man to the wrong place? Who will buy and wear these delicate glass bracelets?\" said the old man, and he walked away, holding an old magazine in his hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePho Thit was not a worker. His older brother Pho Thit and his aunt Daw Thu Sa carried goods from the countryside to the city and from the city to the countryside, and traded goods from upland to downland.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs for the new father, he didn't care about any work, didn't respect it if he was criticized, never got angry, didn't say anything, wore a worn-out Dawei uniform and a wide-brimmed white short-sleeved shirt, and was content if he could eat a full breakfast and dinner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, the only thing that could not be surpassed in the minds of the old man and his aunt was that there was never a time when the old man did not eat breakfast and dinner. When he ate, he would sit on his haunches, sweat dripping from his forehead and mustache, and eat with shame.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe reason he could eat like this was because he did not eat any food or drink other than tea for breakfast and dinner. He did not have any money to buy food, so he was always hungry, so he was a very capable person who could eat a lot for breakfast and dinner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause of this, they were healthy and did not suffer from any diseases, and they did not hear of any new-borns having a hard head. Therefore, their aunt and brother often said, \"Useless animals do not even get sick, let alone die.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut Phoe Thit was a caring, kind, and gentle man, and he would often tell jokes and jokes that made people laugh, even though they were very angry. Therefore, any house would offer him a cup of tea with great sincerity. Sometimes, on Sundays, when Prata met Min Din at his house, he would help him with fish paste and lemon juice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eExcept for his aunt and brother, no one in the house would eat a single meal, so everyone except his aunt and brother loved Po Thit. He never borrowed a single penny from anyone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat day, the old man, who had never been in a bad mood, was feeling quite upset. Not only did his aunt and brother's work go wrong, but they also ordered a spinning wheel and other items from Yangon by mistake, resulting in a total of over a hundred glass bangles.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, no one had ever seen a glass bracelet in that place. No one would buy it and wear it. Burmese people, especially in small towns and villages, do not easily adopt new things. Every woman who saw it would say, “Hey, \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ewhat’s wrong with it? They would say you’re crazy if you wore a glass bracelet.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey say, \"If you wash your clothes once and bend them, they will break,\" and \"If you sleep at night, they will crush them and break them.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man was worried that his rice pot would be missing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm going to this house with my aunt. Give me my money for a month, and I'll give it back to you in a long time.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThan Kyi looked at his hands and those of his sisters, then took out a wad of money from his pocket and gave it to her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e On the way back to the old man's house, he bought a small amount of rice and dried fish and cooked it at home. When the old man arrived, he was furious when he saw that the glass bangles were broken and the whole package was broken.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You're the one who has to return these bracelets, right? You took them, didn't you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I have no money to buy rice, so I went and sold it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “How much are you selling it for? Are you that hungry? Do you have to sell the things you need to send back? If you don’t have rice, tell me earlier.” “I have to say, your faces are like dog droppings in buffalo tracks.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I bet, so I didn't go and sell it, I gave it away. Then I started making money (I-O-U). Hey, old man, you guys don't use me. I think you'll find out tomorrow. Do you know what's going on?\" .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aang. Why don't you show me what you're doing tomorrow? Why don't you show me the Buddha's flower? It's not worth six cents just by looking at it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh my... why are you showing me? I'm just saying I'll show you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“It’s not finished yet, I have to send the glass bracelets back to Yangon by night train now. If it’s not enough... that’s it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Hey, you guys can’t send back the glass bracelet. Guess what day it is? Monday, 12:30. Thuraj time, Thurajam Friday. Buddha-Sandara, Thuri Guru, Bawma, Thurajam Sunday, Garuda, Duhon flying endlessly, look, I’ve photographed it with my Angawijja.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSoon, the aunt arrived and started to beat the old man, causing the old man to be angry again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That evening, San Kyi and her three sisters arrived at the house with other young men and said, “Ko Phoe Thit, Ko Phoe Thit, here is Daw Nyein and her mother-in-law who wants a bracelet.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It will come later. When we see what we are wearing, I will call you over there - call you over there. Ko Po Thit has arrived, is he still there?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yes, sister, come here,” he said, showing his own bracelets. The aunt and brother looked at each other, holding hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Let’s try it on without taking it off. If anyone wants it, bring it to me and I’ll give you a snack,” he said. - They bought one batch and went away, and when another batch of five girls arrived, Phoe Thit said, “Phoe Thit, do you know that people are monkeys? If you see one or two people dressed in fancy clothes, you’re a fake. You don’t wait for people to come and buy a product. You take a photo of it so you can’t resist buying it. People do it when they see someone doing it. When it comes to clothes and accessories, ask two or three beautiful and respectable girls to help you with your accessories. Soon, many people will join you. I’ll remember that until I die.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOver a hundred bracelets were sold out in three days.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45565651091605,"sku":"","price":810.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_68d31e90-2cf7-4136-9bf1-7337ceb47c12.jpg?v=1730208931"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၅","title":"P.Morning - Story No. 5","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBig brother\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Bo-si arrived at the house of his brother, the criminal mastermind, Maung Bo-si, drunk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The criminal code\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey, old man, you're drunk, aren't you? Don't come to my house drunk. You'll ruin my reputation. I raised bad people. You know, there's already news that I'm with bad people. You have no idea how much I'm ruining my reputation for you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm sorry,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What did I do to ruin my brother's reputation? I didn't do anything.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Everyone knows that there's drinking, cockfighting, and sex in your place,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's because of me that you can live like this, without me you wouldn't be able to live like this for an hour, I have nobles in my house, the mayor will be here tonight, if by chance this guy asks where I'm from, what should I say?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm Bo-yeon, just say Bo-yeon. Brother.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If you're proud of your reputation as a criminal, you can't say that I'm your brother.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I won't say it, but someone will. Don't come to me day or night, I'll be disgraced because of you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Aungma, brother, if you don’t want me to come, I’ll go now. There are only two of us, so I’m here as your brother. Don’t call me brother, I won’t call you brother either. I’ll go now. Look at my face this time, and I won’t even look at your brother’s house again.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You're just being a jerk, I haven't told you yet. If you don't want to hear me say that, even if it's just a little bit, it's your choice. Wherever you go, don't bother me. My brother, come on, my son. I don't dare tell you, brother. Come on.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My father kicked off his shoes from the house and went downstairs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen it was about nine o'clock at night. . Although his older brother was not happy, he did not call him back and just watched. He did not call him because he was afraid of being caught. He had no parents, no siblings, and only two brothers. His older brother was a very gentle and loving brother, and he loved and cared for him like a son, but his older brother was a very caring brother, and his younger brother was very difficult to talk to.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe older brother was over thirty years old, while the younger brother was only about twenty. One of their sisters passed away. The new father took on various responsibilities for his younger brother, educating him until he passed the seventh grade.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father, on the other hand, believed that my brother would take care of me and would never abandon me, and so he continued to speak as if he were insulting me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The new father would often come back to find the old father three days after he had gone like this, and would often flatter him. This time, the car\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe made up his mind to keep it for the future. In the past, whenever his brother got angry, he would always linger around the next day. But now, it wasn't like that, it was like he was constantly on the move.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the mind of the new father, he was waiting for the next day to appear, and the next day he was waiting for the next father, but the second father, intending to show his power even more, went to a secluded place without showing even a shadow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere, my father went to the village to buy food. So, the trouble in his stomach was greater than the trouble in his brother. So, he had to be very careful about where he would eat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere were many people who were struggling to make a living, so the people who were struggling to make a living grew up and came to follow the old man. One day, four or five chicken farmers were having a discussion at the chicken coop. The reason for the discussion was that there were few jobs and they were in dire straits. While they were discussing, they saw a big man returning home from the railway station carrying a large bag full of coins.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat man, who was a great grain merchant, carried a large bag of money woven from rope, as if to arouse the greed of those who were not rare.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey...Boy, if you were to chase after this old man's money, he would surely give it to you out of fear,\" said Bohtee.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnother said, \"This old man doesn't earn this much money just by working in the fields. He can borrow money. If you pay on time, you won't be robbed for a day. He took away the gold, houses, buffaloes, cows, and farmland that were mortgaged at once. He can't beg for mercy. He's a very cruel old man. I even thought about killing him with a knife. He doesn't have a partner. He won't go to hell for taking such a large sum of money. If he takes these things illegally, he will help the country. If he robs people like U Bo Kha Gyi, the chief minister, he won't be guilty of anything. When he takes them illegally from the poor and goes to the forest, he puts the gold coins in a leather bag and goes. He shows the children of the forest gold coins and destroys them.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's like a hell where money is carried in the bed. He calls himself a god and takes wives. Is he a god and a wife? Now he has to fight for his life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The old man said.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man winked at Bohti and showed it. Bohti winked back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Soon the two of them got up and walked in the fields, discussing their plans.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Have you ever had a bad reputation?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Never been there\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's fine if you don't have it, I don't have it, and my brother is also a criminal.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"This way, the place is ready. The number of people is not bad. If we have three or four people we can trust, we will be ready,\" said Bo Hti.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You can find three or four, but it's better to trust them.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, Ko Boe Nga, it's just among the people who are here now. These people are people like him and me who need money.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If we meet the police and they are going to be government witnesses, we won't bite,\" my father said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"There are no such people here. My people are reliable and weak. Do you think we have never done anything like this? We have a group of people who are reliable and trustworthy. Trust me, these three people, Thawe, Sanku, and Bo Tai, will not be able to get any police force. The three guys behind the counter will be the ones who will take them.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm afraid the other creatures will notice if I call.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"These guys are like that too. I've never worked with them before. These three guys are reliable. Hey... Thawee Sanku.\" Bo Thai got up and came with Thawee Sanku.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My father-in-law, with a loud voice,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... Let's give you a hand, Thawai,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e- Thawe said, \"Go to the tent,\" and the five of them pretended to be there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man said, \"It's not different, I don't trust those animals.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I called you, we want to do a little work tonight, and I'm asking you three to work together. What's the deal?\" he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Work is fun if you have good people around you\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"There are only you around, if you are good, it will be good\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Move, where is the diamond?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You see the old man in the bed, don't you? Where can there be a better place than this? He has two daughters and an old woman.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen they consulted with each other, using gestures and words that people did not understand. The work of hand-clapping at the tent was the same. The consultation lasted a whole day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat night, at about ten o'clock, five men had a meeting in Thawe's tent. When they had finished their meeting, they went to U Boe Tseng's house. They had swords, guns, and other weapons with them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He also had a large bird-shaped sword. This was the sword that was always carried in Thawe's house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe moon lamp was still burning brightly in U Bo Myint's house. In front of the house, four or five women were sitting with U Bo Myint and talking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Sanku and Bo Htaik stayed in a dark alley in front of the house. Bo Hti, Tha Wai, and Bo Nga entered the house. Bo Nga entered with a revolver in his hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Be quiet, I won't do anything to you,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45565652533397,"sku":"","price":810.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_4c10b2d9-b6b8-427e-8f9b-3073f1917d2a.jpg?v=1730208948"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၃","title":"P.Morning - Story No. 3","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDiamond ring\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e   \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTeacher Ma Sein, holding the little girl in her arms, got out of the carriage and looked eagerly at her room on the top floor of the three-story building. When she saw the dark eyes of the open window that seemed to be staring at her, her beautiful face became sad and she walked with weak steps towards the stairs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eStanding at the foot of the stairs, he handed over the money to the carriage driver who was following him, and then climbed the stairs with cool, steady steps.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ma Sein teaches Burmese from grades four to ten at a school for children who wear pants and dresses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As a schoolteacher, the 18-year-old young woman was really tired because she couldn't keep up with the work.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I was climbing the stairs, I thought Ko Hla Thein wasn't coming.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Whatever happens, he won't come to me with a disgraced face. I have a teacher who is a teacher, and he, a rich man, will be afraid that if he comes to me, people will see him and will be angry, mocking, and insulting him. And if his uncle doesn't like him, he won't give him a penny of the goods. I think he won't come because of these things. However, Ko Hla Thein is very determined, so he will come somehow or other,\" he thought.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Hla Thein's father died at a young age, his uncle, U Ba Thein, took complete control of all his property according to the will of the deceased. The deceased rich man, U Ba Nyein, felt that leaving a large amount of property to his sons who were not yet of age would be like giving his son into the hands of the enemy, so he handed it over to his younger brother, U Ba Thein. Many believed that U Ba Thein had been U Ba Nyein's assistant and had helped him a lot in his work. U Ba Nyein himself believed this. However, no one knew that U Ba Thein had been more of a helper than a helper. U Ba Thein himself, although he was a little young, did not distrust or suspect him. In fact, U Ba Nyein's assets were squandered by U Ba Thein's cleverness and stealth, but they grew at a great pace so that nothing could go wrong. Finally, when U Ba Nyein died, his trusted brother entrusted him with a large amount of property, believing that he had received it through his past meritorious deeds and a faithful guardian.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHla Thein treated his uncle like a father, and even though he was a young man, he had to beg from his uncle and use him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e On the other hand, only his uncle knew everything about his father's work, and Hla Thein was so confused that he couldn't even figure out what to do if his uncle told him to do something, so he had to rely on his uncle's advice to understand the work.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTeacher Ma Sein and Hla Thein had been in love since they were in college together, but now, as time has taught them, their love has grown from being just friends to a kind of friendship.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As the buds of love bloom, they both begin to blossom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Sein was in college, but he didn't stay long. Due to the death of his parents, he couldn't continue his education, so he dropped out of school and started a life on his own, struggling to find a way to thrive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHla Thein wanted to help her friend a lot, but she couldn't because she didn't have enough money. Now that she knew the depth of love, she didn't need to support her anymore, she just wanted to support her for the rest of her life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When Ma Sein boldly pushed open the door and looked in, he was overcome with joy and left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, \"Oh, my dear, Ko Hla Thein, even the flashlights can't light it up, it's so big and stiff like a ghost,\" he said, running away, and eventually reaching the strong arms of a man who was sitting on a chair in the dark.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After a while, the wind blew softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I thought, 'Isn't it coming?' I looked into my room and saw that it was dark, and I fainted,\" he said, turning on the flashlight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the flashlight flooded the room, Maung Hla Thein looked at the homeowner's imaginative and memorable artwork with awe, comparing the decor of the beautiful room with the groom's face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You promised to come and then didn't come, teacher?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm doing it again, teacher, what's wrong?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If you don't call me nurse, what should I call you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Call me by name,\" he said, pouting his lovely lips and winking.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Hla Thein pulled her beautiful, delicate hand and made her sit on her lap. The teacher\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wait, let me take a quick shower while you're exhausted.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Saying that, he got up and ran to the back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, the air heater began to hum, and the sounds of water from the bathroom mingled with the sound of boiling water.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then the two of them sat down next to each other at a small table and drank tea.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What makes you think I didn't come?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm saying this because people say it when they see it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“What do you have to say, Sein? Sein is a poor girl now, and she has to work as a schoolteacher, but she still has a lineage. She is better than Ko Ko in lineage. Ko Ko is more of a child who is proud of her parents and has impermanent possessions. If Sein knew that, it would be very disappointing.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"He said with a smile on his pleasant face, and as he held the tea bowl, he stared at Ma Sein's face, thinking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What, Koko?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"There's nothing in Koko, it's all empty now\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Why?\" Sein remained in disbelief.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Ngai Gyi is acting crazy, he doesn't speak properly, and now he can't even ask for money. It has nothing to do with him. The Facebook stuff is because of him. He's saying it belongs to him.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, what's wrong?\"\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45565652664469,"sku":"","price":900.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_d8f4d25c-a226-477d-8c7a-2d44920ed987.jpg?v=1730208966"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၂","title":"P.Morning - Story No. 2","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCar wash\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Ngwe Khaing sat thinking as he watched the cars clattering along Sule Pagoda Road at around five in the evening.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe remembered how, when news of a tiger's appearance sometimes broke out in the villages, there was great panic in the surrounding areas. He imagined how, if a tiger's footprint was found nearby, the entire village would tremble and tremble.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e, he thought that the fear was not as bad as the fear of cars in Yangon now. He thought that a tiger in the countryside was different from a car in Yangon, but a car was different, like a monster with bulging eyes, and a tiger was different.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause according to the newspapers, the number of people killed and injured in car crashes is tens of thousands higher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe danger to many people who travel on foot and by rickshaw is very great. They are hit by cars, killed, and even crushed to death while riding. What a terrible era. In the time of the Buddha, if these cars were like this, he would have declared the automobile as the greatest enemy and listed the automobile as one of the greatest enemies. Since I have a job that requires me to travel and find things, I would have to think about it and be afraid of automobile accidents in this city of Yangon. Because Maung Ngwe Khaing was a person who was very afraid of death, he was more afraid of the life insurance agents entering his house than a vulture would be.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, he spent the whole day thinking about how to escape from the car. Whenever he met a doctor, he would ask if there was any protection for the car, a special amulet, a mantra, or medicine. However, he could not find any such method anywhere, and there was no other way except to walk carefully and on foot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, he thought that no matter how careful people are, they will always lose consciousness at some point. He was also very worried that, since he was always busy, he would definitely lose consciousness one day and be hit by a car. Because of this fear, he dreamed once or twice that he was hit by a car and died. These dreams made him even more afraid.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, one day, due to another dream, he became even more afraid and became thin. One day, while avoiding cars on the road, he had an idea. The idea was to put the word \"car\" in every visible place in his house, and the words \"car, car, car\" on every door when he left the house, and to constantly reflect on the meditation \"car, car, car, car, car, car\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHaving thought of this, after attaching the letters, I felt a little lighter and relieved in my mind and went away. Only in this way can I be mindful every day and not lose my mind. If I am free from this danger, and if I take care of my health, my livelihood, my morals, and my non-excessiveness in everything, I will indeed live a long life. I guard my life with wisdom. The day of death is not fixed. No planet or star can harm me. I will become a person who unwaveringly adheres to the belief that I should possess my wisdom and mindfulness, and should not make mistakes in everything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom that day on, whenever I was at home, I would think about the car. Every time I left the house, I would stand with my feet in front of the sign that said, “Car is a beast,” hold my breath, and look at my watch for three minutes. From then on, I would start with the first step, chanting, “Car is a beast,” and then go out. On the road, I would not let my mind wander to anything else.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Car is yellow,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe went with a single, concentrated mind, chanting, \"The car is a tow-ya.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As he recited this, he often became interested only in that focus and was not aware of anything else.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day, with such a concentrated mind, he was thinking about the yellow car and went to the forest. While his mind was still focused in that way, a flash of lightning struck his head, and when he came back to his senses, he said, \"Yellow car and the forest,\" and went to the end.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was so focused on that attention that he didn't notice that he had reached the crosswalk, didn't see the car turning in, didn't hear the horn honking, and because of his concentrated concentration, he met the wild boar.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45565653024917,"sku":"","price":1080.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_a408b9df-f729-4221-b832-fc665382a7fb.jpg?v=1730208983"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုပဒေသာအမှတ်၁","title":"P.Morning - Storybook No. 1","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlcohol withdrawal medicine\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe cool, green, rainy weather in the evening is a time for bowling and beer. . ,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, as the bus from Kyimyindaing to Yangon was laden with beer and the intense driving of the bus, Bowling, who was the only passenger, was filled with a sense of wonder and a sense of joy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Rangoon, Pazundaung, Yekyaw,\" he shouted \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e, ignoring the sound of the conductor's voice, thinking it was music. Since there were not many pedestrians on the road, there was no one to board, and it was as if the bus was angry and was making noise all the way.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBowling became a famous freelance artist. He made a lot of money from his work. However, he drank beer to live up to his name.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It never shines brightly. - -\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cul data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\n\n \u003cli data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe reason for not being able to see was not because of anything else, but because the cars that were written when they were written were not very bright, and because the cars that were written when they were not written were more bright, so not being able to see was an inevitable situation for Bowling. However, when he was sober, he could not work because he was not drunk, and when he was drunk, he did not want to work because he was drunk, so his income was slow and he had to spend all his money on beer, so he was not happy in Yangon, so he rented a small, inconspicuous apartment in the market area of ​​Kyi Myint Daing and lived alone.\u003c\/li\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I don't have money, the first thing I think of is to go to the Chinese store. I don't remember to buy anything to dress myself up, to eat, to be beautiful, and I have to risk buying another pair of tiger-skull shoes because they are torn and torn. I only have a dozen white shirts and one black coat. My long-sleeved shirt is black and blue, and there is only one piece of this,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI threw it away and let it go wherever it wanted, but it didn't get tangled up or tangled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The reason why the hair was not tied back was because he was over thirty years old, so his hair was short and shiny, like a stalk of rice. Even though he was disheveled, his personality was quite gentle, and he did not dare to dress or eat, but he still looked handsome.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome friends told Brother Bowling that if he got a wife and stayed strong, he would drink less and grow up. Bowling, however, did not get married because he felt sorry for women, and often said that the woman who married him was unlucky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Besides, I've never met a woman who was so deeply attracted to the artist.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat day was a special day. The bus pulled into the parking lot and was about to get on the tram when something happened that would change Bowling's life forever. It was like a raindrop falling on the ground. \"Come on, get on,\" the little boy called out, and as he stepped outside, he saw a figure that made the artist's eyes widen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat figure was a slender, graceful, and handsome young man, walking up, holding a small silk umbrella and a gold and emerald handbag.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBowling was sitting in the back corner, while the young woman sat in the middle, not far away. Her appearance was plain. Her hair was not very big and curly. Her padma was not as thin as a silk, but rather soft and flowing because of the lace. Her skirt was a dark, shiny, and long white toenails.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHer shoes were simple leather sandals, and she had no bracelets on her hands, only a small watch. The two white flowers, resembling lilies, in her flowing hair were very similar to the little girl.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBowling looked at her casually and thought, \"She must be a poor clerk, not a schoolteacher.\" As he thought about it, Bowling's heart was beating in a way he had never felt before.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The little girl also looked at him from time to time. She was not very young, she must have been in her early twenties.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince there were only two of them in the car, Bowling wanted to say hello, but he didn't dare, afraid that his mouth would give off the smell of beer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When they reached Yangon, a group of camels came up, and the girl went to the far corner, facing the bowling alley.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, the young woman covered her nose with a handkerchief and snorted, so that Bowling, not suspecting his beer, took a puff of his cigar. . . The blacks smelled of alcohol.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When the young woman said that, Bowling didn't open his mouth, but only nodded his head and made a face that implied \"yes.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI didn't dare to say anything, but I came quietly. As soon as I saw her, I reached the southern side of Pazundaung. I didn't want to slip under the young woman's feet, so I held her arm and held her. She was soft and fluffy, like a soft pillow. I couldn't erase the feeling of seeing her in my mind that night. Even when I fell asleep, I dreamed about her dancing and dancing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next day, when I was about to leave the house and change my clothes, I remembered that I only had one and the other, and I felt sad. “That girl is not going to leave my eyes. If I keep drinking beer like this, I will get worse and worse. If I accidentally meet the girl again, the smell of alcohol will be overwhelming. My clothes are so tattered that I will even start to fight. I can’t do it. I will definitely meet her again in the future. Since I don’t drink, she will probably like me. No matter how famous I am, she will not respect a painter like me,” I thought, and took a beer from the pine box, opened it, drank it, and left for home to wait for the bus to Yangon at about the same time yesterday.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLuckily, when they arrived at yesterday's place, the girl arrived at yesterday's place in the same style as yesterday. When the two of them met again, a familiar expression appeared on the girl's face. They saw.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, just like yesterday, he remained speechless. Bowling's heart was beating even more violently than yesterday.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat night, his eyes widened, his dreams grew, and the young woman's face shone like a torch. \"I'll stop drinking, what will I do if I see him again by chance? His shoes are so dirty that he can't even put his feet on them because he's afraid of them. This has happened twice now. With this dress, this hat, these worn shoes, and this rotten mouth, I can't move at all. I'll just be a ghost like a stump,\" he thought to himself in the middle of the night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the morning dawned, he still held on to that determination and refused to drink. \"If I could save five kyats a day, I would be even more beautiful than I am now,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But in the middle of the evening, the wind on the river bank changed its mind and, seeing the little girl, a beer bottle appeared in front of her, and she pushed it away with all her might.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile resisting, I thought, \"Hmm.. I'll find out if I want to, and if I do, I'll find out if I want to. I don't know if she has a boyfriend or a husband. I'll have to sacrifice my life for the rabbit, so I'll just drink it,\" and finished the remaining two beers.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45566316707989,"sku":"","price":675.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_f406d611-fc5c-4beb-95ec-202a911473fd.jpg?v=1730209003"},{"product_id":"ပီမိုးနင်း-၀ထ္ထုတိုငါးပုဒ်","title":"P'Morning - Five short stories","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNeighbor\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Sir... I don't know what's going on in that room right now. They're not talking in a loud, slurred voice. I don't know what's going on with Pattalaji.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Teacher: \"Who is it? Why are you so serious?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mae Khin. “Who will take it, teacher, Mi Cho and my sister? Usually, I would go to the kitchen to get some salt and pepper, but now I don’t even bat an eyelid.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What are you doing?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I didn’t do anything, ah… I remember, three or four days ago, the girl from the house, the animal Mi Aye, opened the salt jar in the kitchen. A lizard was climbing on the lip of the jar, and a crow was also trying to peck at it. So I got angry. When I got angry, their laughter stopped. Since then, I’ve been feeling sad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I think they're biased.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"These girls are so mean, their brother Chit-Tie is a fool. When we were young, we used to eat and drink one way, and if we didn't eat, we used to fight with their brother. That stupid son of a bitch slapped our sister and went to prison for six months.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm afraid so, sir. We don't want to be close to any of those idiots.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What should I be afraid of? I have neighbors like us, we have to take care of them. Don't worry about anything. I will make sure they all get under your feet. In the meantime, stay calm and don't worry about anything. I will show you the X-rays. The horoscope hasn't come yet. I need a few days to change to Sunday.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How long will the teacher stay? Will I have to endure the beatings and the scolding?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Wait.. Pretend not to hear, pretend not to know, sometimes laugh and sneak into their room, eat betel nut, don’t dare slap me, I still have it, I will also make a small potion, potion is better, because I need a small potion, I ordered it from a monk in Sittwe, I don’t know when it will arrive.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The teacher is never sure, I can't stay long, the rent is already over a month's rent in addition to the deposit, and I'm already angry with the landlord, if it's not milk, I'll move out immediately.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I have to change because of the box, I'm afraid, I'll give you a week at the most, okay. Tomorrow I'll give you a little baby, I'll put that baby under their bed, so that they can be strong, and at once I'll worship you like a god.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What if they enter their room and commit a crime?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Laughing, I went with the Pharoah. First, I ate the betel nut without asking. I put one in my betel nut bag, and I put the other under my bed. Don't let him know.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If they see me in the middle of the road, they'll be suspicious of me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I don't live in the house, I'll run away when you put me in and cover me, I'll run away from under the bed, I'll just laugh and call you when I enter their room, I won't let them do anything to me, I'll give you a ring on your forehead.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher returned home, cut a small piece of paper from a newspaper, and rolled it up. Then he called Mae Khin and gave it to her. He also patted her forehead with his finger. Then he asked, “What are they doing?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't know, they were just whispering in the room.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... come in, what's going on with you two, what's going on?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He said and went inside laughing, his forehead already covered in tears... Don't be afraid.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMae Khin did as the teacher said. When she got to the room, two sisters were lying on their sides on the bed. One was sitting at the head of the bed, pressing her forehead. Mae Khin opened the copper betel nut placed on the chair and put the betel nut in. The betel nut closed, went to the foot of the bed, held the foot of the sleeping person with her hand, said, “Are you cold?”, covered her with a blanket, and put the betel nut under the bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe two sisters looked at each other without speaking, but smiled. One...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Why didn't you cross over to this side room because of your bad luck? You're just now remembering. Why did you come to mind?\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm not getting anywhere. Sometimes I just think about it and wonder, 'What's going on with you, sister?'\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Why, what if nothing happened, Mom... why, didn't you hear?\" \"No... I didn't hear, Mom.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"This is my brother, he was arrested for a stabbing, and he has no money to spend.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“That’s hard, I have 15 kyats. Ma Shwe Saw forcibly took off the chemical earrings and gave me some money. Now I only have 15 kyats left. I can use them if I need them. The insurance will cover everything for the baby,” he said, taking it out of his bag and giving it to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chitty was released from prison.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I will never forget your kindness for the rest of my life. I would risk my life for you. No one should insult my elder sister. Fools are the leaders in this place.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If you even glance at my older sister, you'll have a gut wrenching experience,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The next day, Mae Khin and the teacher met, and Mae Khin...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Yes, sir, sir, you are very talented. I felt sorry for you and even gave you 15 kyats,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cem data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHappy Myanmar New Year\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cem data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSpecial issue, April 1937\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45566318149781,"sku":"","price":2375.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_f0f9766b-407d-4336-9883-7e07e246efe0.jpg?v=1730209021"},{"product_id":"နေမျိုး-ကလယ်ရီနက်သမားအက်ဆေးများ","title":"Nay Myo - Essays on Clarinet Players","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Quiet time for children\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe child's time for silence has come. The mother has finished telling the child the story. The bird has flown away. The mother has come to the house from a village. The prince has returned to the palace. The stars in the sky above seem to be listening to the child's silence. The child has come from his mother's arms to the bed. The child seems to be caressing the child. The child is smiling and laughing in his sleep. The child seems to be caressing the child. The child is sleeping quietly. The mother has wrapped the child in a thin blanket made of linen. The child is quiet. In the middle of the night, two old cows are chewing their cud in the stable. The wind smells of straw. The tails of the two old cows are wagging. They are chasing away the mosquitoes. A horse neighed from the stable. In the silence of the night, the neighing of a horse shook the world. What? The boy was sleeping quietly. The stream flowed gently. The boat tied to a stump on the bank swayed softly. Two old cows, who had just finished eating, were salivating. The scent of goats and flowers spread in the air. The night was sweet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe smell of straw wafts from the cowshed. The child spirit is gathered around the child's body. It seems to be guarding the child. The child is quiet. Sleeping. The mother soaks the beans in water. The mother washes the fruit. The mother sifts the rice and puts it in a small pot. The mother recites the Mettā Sutta. In front of the house\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe tree in the corner shook its leaves. The smell of straw drifted up from the stable. The stars in the sky above, as if they had heard the child's silence, smiled and smiled. The earth was quiet. The mother had finished reciting the Mettā Sutta. The night breeze flowed down the stream, swaying softly. The boat suspended from the stump was swaying softly in the stream. The clouds were moving. It was time to see the moon. The mother went to bed. She placed her right hand on her forehead and calmed herself. The child was quiet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e4.10.2018 \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568181829781,"sku":"","price":5700.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_426d781e-769b-4206-8eca-a2e9c52547d6.jpg?v=1730210106"},{"product_id":"နုယဥ်-အလှပန်းတစ်ပွင့်နှင့်အခြးပုံြပင်၀ထ္ထုတိုများ","title":"Nuya - A Beautiful Flower and Other Short Stories","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A beautiful flower \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Bhaa Bhaa, I'm going to school. I've put some food in the cat house for Bhaa Bhaa and Dad. I've also prepared the dinner table.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Aye Hla took her school bag off the wall and walked to her grandmother in the bedroom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"After you and your wife have been fed, let's go at once.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Grandma said as she left the bedroom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ai and Atu have finished eating and are leaving. They won't even let Ukha do the work because she'll be late for school. Ukha is going too. I'll have to call Myakhin in.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGrandma was staring at Aye Hla as she came down from the Kavya Kaya house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “The little one is the most tired in the whole house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They haven't been able to live like children since their mother died. Not only do they have less responsibility as a younger sibling and a father, but they also have to study hard to master the material. That's why they're only in seventh grade now.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGrandma was watching and thinking about Aye Hla.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Aye Hla, Aye Aye, and Atu are three siblings who were raised by their grandmother when their mother died when Aye Hla was seven, Aye Aye was five, and Atu was three.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAye Hla became the most beloved of all her friends, Mya Khin, who was in the same class as her. Mya Khin had a mother and two children, and she had a younger brother and sister, and an older sister named Daw Lay at home.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Come here, Mya Khin.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMya Khin hadn't come out yet, even though Aye Hla was standing in front of the house calling her. A short while later, Mya Khin ran out in a hurry, and the two of them hurriedly left for school.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At lunchtime, Aye Hla and Mya Khin arrived at the bakery together.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I was so nervous about whether I would be able to get to school in the morning, why are you late today?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Aye Hla was talking to Mya Khin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mya Khin's face was not happy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I wasn't late on purpose, it's just that my mother is sick. The whole house is busy with work because of her stomachache.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Your mother's face makes me sick to my stomach... Is that right? She's just given birth,\" Aye Hla asked eagerly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Where else are you going to give birth? I've been having stomach pains since last night, and nothing has changed since I got to school this morning. My aunt and father are worried about that. My mother is also very upset. I just want to go home, it's so nice.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Aye Hla heard that she was having stomach pains before she could see her mother, she prayed in her mind, \"May my mother see her soon,\" and thought back to her deceased mother.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAye Hla was only seven years old when her mother died. She vividly remembers her mother, who was full of energy and complaining of stomachaches, the neighbors coming and going, and her face looking sad. The last thing Aye Hla remembers is carrying her mother in a big blanket and carrying her to the city hospital.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Bhay Bhay, why did you have to take your mother to the city hospital?” she asked Bhay Bhay, but Bhay Bhay would only reply, “I had to take her because I couldn’t give birth, and this doctor doesn’t understand anything.” When her mother didn’t return for several days, Aye Hla asked her again. Bhay Bhay, with tears in her eyes, replied, “Don’t ask me again and again, your mother died because she couldn’t give birth.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAye Hla only had to ask about her mother once, who had died because her midwife had been late. Whenever Aye Hla felt sad, she didn't dare to ask her mother, but she would think about her mother silently. \"Your mother died because her midwife was late,\" she could not forget hearing her mother say.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAye Hla remembered her mother while studying in class and became worried about Mya Khin's mother. When the school bell rang in the evening, Aye Hla followed Mya Khin as she left the classroom, singing a poem.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAye Hla said, “Wait... I want to take you home.” Mya Khin walked slowly, then said, “Your grandparents must be worried, so come after telling them to go home,” and Aye Hla walked back to the house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He found his grandmother in the kitchen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Bah bah... Aye Hla, I can't do anything anymore, I'm going to go to see my mother, who has a stomach ache.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGrandma asked from the cooking pot, \"Mya Khin, what's wrong with your stomach? What are you going to do?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I’m going to see Mya Khin so sad, Grandma. I told her that her mother hasn’t given birth yet, so I’m going to see her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh.. It's not good for children of our age to see the faces of children. Don't mess around in the house, don't mess around. Besides, \"Zee Ma\" from our house didn't come home this morning. I don't know where she's been wandering around. She hasn't come to eat either.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Oh.. that’s right, Grandma, I forgot, “If you keep walking around like that, you’ll end up going from house to house. You won’t have kittens, Grandma.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAye Hla remembered the big cat “Zee Ma” and said, “Oh my… Zee Ma didn’t come back this morning either. So you guys should go look for her. It’s not good to be walking around like this when she’s about to give birth. Now.. I’ll go,” she said to the cat and left for Mya Khin’s house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At Mya Khin's house, Mya Khin and her younger brother and sister were sitting outside the children's room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey, come here.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When Aye Hla went inside to urinate, she heard Mya Khin's mother moaning from inside the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The midwife is here, Mya Khin.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Aye Hla asked eagerly, and Mya Khin nodded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ha... So what's there to be afraid of? I'm just about to give birth.\" \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568709886101,"sku":"","price":5700.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_25faa0fa-b7fc-4bf1-a6aa-3b817f992ed7.jpg?v=1730210533"},{"product_id":"နုနုရည်အင်း၀-ထဘီလေးတစ်ထည်","title":"Nu Nu Yi Inwa - A small piece of cloth","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The morning breeze is blowing gently and coolly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The flames from the fireplace were burning bright red and fierce.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mido couldn't help but put the rice pot on the stove.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe lid of the pot, which was covered with soot and grime, was washed with rice vinegar and covered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The rice left for the evening was wrapped in a cloth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mido went to get a bundle of tamarind leaves from the water pot and sat down on the floor. With a loud noise, he realized that his robe had torn. When he got up and looked at the robe, it was a big tear about a foot long.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's gone, it's over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This was the last of the three blankets my mother had left me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After slowly sitting down, I put on my mid-length robe and spread out the tamarind leaves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The next day, I had to sew it with a needle and thread at my aunt's house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe tamarind leaves were already picked the day before, so they were a little wilted. They had left the tamarind leaves for tomorrow and wrapped them up. The three girls under Mido, who were playing in front of the house, looked at the kitchen together. They poured some of the remaining fish paste from the fish paste packet into the tamarind leaf pot. They poured the oil into the bottle, but only a drop or two came out. Mido hit the bottom of the bottle with his hand. If I get money from my father this evening, I will buy everything for tomorrow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the pot of tamarind leaf soup was boiling, a voice came from the front of the house, “The food is delicious.” As usual, Mido shouted, “Come on, let’s eat.” Aye Maung, a monk, glanced at Mido as he was serving the food.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Let's eat, okay?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At the end of the call, the three younger ones came running.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey ate with a bowl of red rice and a dish of tamarind leaves in the middle, not revealing their heads. All four heads, with their red hair, were scattered around the rice. All the midwives had been swimming in the riverbed, so their hair, which was not covered in oil, was red.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Daughter, money.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father hung two taels from his shoulder on the door frame and gave Mido money. Five kyats. Mido stared at the sweaty pores on my father's face and said, \"Dad, I've paid three kyats for the bird.\" My father looked at Mido and smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I've already given it to you, my daughter. I can't eat today. The water is red and flowing heavily.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido nodded to everything his father said and started to calculate the price for five kyats. A bag of rice costs four kyats for tomorrow. So a single piece of cloth and other short stories cost four kyats. If you buy it with a board book, it will only cost two kyats and ten piaints. It hurts that I still haven't bought the board book that I had pledged for fifty piaints when my mother died. Let's go. Two kyats of oil and a half is eighty piaints. Only twenty piaints are left. I can't buy fish paste to cook tamarind leaves. Even at one piaint, Daw Gyi Ming, the village market, doesn't want to sell it. Mido worried that she would sell it for twenty piaints.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey, Mido, the pot on the stove is already boiling. What pot?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, father, I've boiled the avera leaves. Tonight, I'll have avera salad and tamarind leaf dish.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI opened the pot on the stove. The greenish-yellow liquid was bubbling. I glanced at a sprig of a bay leaf. It wasn't hot yet. I lit the fire and put the money in a small bamboo box next to the stove.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... I'm at level six, I have to jump six steps.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe middle-aged woman's voice came from where she was playing with the glass. Watching her three sisters playing with the glass, she suddenly felt the urge to play with the mee-do. It had been a long time since she had played with the mee-do. When my mother was with us, we had to go all the way to the center of the village to play. It had also been a long time since we had built a house with our friends on the riverbank.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido, wearing her robe tightly, ran to the front of the tent and jumped over the six steps that Alat Ma was about to jump. Her mouth shouted happily, “Did you see me jump?” Alat Ma pouted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm jumping, why are you jumping in? You can't go in.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... I'll be there, if you can't jump... you're a loser.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido started to tease her sister. The middle-aged woman became even angrier.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You, you, you, you're a virgin, you're not supposed to be with children.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What... look, what a virgin... I'm a child too.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mido shouted back with half a child's heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... if you're a child, why did you bathe in the same water as your father? Why don't you bathe like us?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido was embarrassed. She looked at her father hesitantly and, embarrassed, she patted her mother's head with her heel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Every time Mido picked tamarind leaves, Mido's sisters gathered around my father, who was tying tamarind branches and thorns together. My father gathered the tangled tamarind branches and tied them tightly with a rope at the base.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Dad, are you done? Let's go and put it in the river now, Dad.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe youngest one was enthusiastic. The whole village of Mido used to set up a net. The net made of tamarind leaves didn't catch many fish, but if you put it up every two or three days, you would get a fish. The net was set in shallow water. The small fish that usually swim in shallow water would get tangled in the tamarind leaves and couldn't get out. Some of the less fortunate people would cast a long line of fishing line along the deep riverbed to catch big fish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe three younger siblings jumped after their father, who was carrying the rope. The father had buried the rope in the shallow water and tied it to a pole he had planted. The three younger siblings were wading in the water. The middle sister was pushing the sand and mud at the feet of the mother. The two younger sisters were diving and swimming in the water. The mother, who was carrying the rope, pulled the rope that often slipped down her thin arms over her shoulders and felt like taking off her clothes and running into the water like before. The father was pounding the pole with a brick and said to the mother,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... Mido, take a shower, what are you doing?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mido replied softly, looking at the wet cloth his father was wearing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Okay, Dad, I won't take a shower today.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido woke up suddenly from the touch of the cold wind. There was no blanket on Mido's body. The three younger brothers pulled the blanket towards them and were sleeping tightly together. It was almost dawn. They could see the faint light. Mido pulled the blanket over her and closed her eyes again. Her stomach was grumbling. She was hungry and had no food to cook that morning. She would have to go and pick tamarind leaves or avera leaves. There was some fish paste. She had saved some fish paste for today, so the tamarind leaf soup she had made the night before was soggy. The youngest one frowned and kept asking, \"Father, haven't you put the thorn in yet?\" until the meal was over. Mido jumped out of bed excitedly. That's right. It's been two days since the thorn was put in. Mido jumped under the tent. When he looked at his father, he was still fast asleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido walked briskly to the pier. The dawn breeze blowing across the river was cool. Mido pulled on her coat. There was no one on the pier yet. Mido's line of stilts was quite close to the other lines of stilts. However, Mido was only concerned about the line of stilts, so she didn't know that she was afraid. Wearing a short coat, Mido went into the water. She let the line of stilts fall on the shore. Let it fall, lots of fish. Mido shook the line of stilts eagerly. Mido's face became grim. Not a single fish fell. Why? Because the water was turning red? Mido, in despair, dropped the line of stilts back into the water and looked out at the red river. Oh. Mido's eyes widened. A line of fishing rods, set in the deep water, swayed and moved.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe fish that was caught was dead, and if it was alive, it wouldn't move that much. Yes. It must have been a big fish. Midou didn't think anything of it. He quickly went down into the water and swam towards the line. Midou just kept his body still in the water, not looking at the line. It was just as Midou had thought, a big fish. It wasn't a small fish. He was happy. No matter whose line he was fishing, he would pull it out. Midou used both legs to paddle through the water, and paddled and pulled the fish out with both hands. The big fish was struggling. It wasn't as easy as Midou thought. In fact, when fishing, they usually fished quietly from the boat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe current was pushing the bottom of the pond with speed. It was almost like being swept away by the current. I kept on wading with both feet, trying to catch the fish. The thought of the people who were coming to catch the fish made me sweat. I kept trying to catch the pond. The big fish was tired, so I pulled it out after a while. I got it. 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People try very hard to solve the same problem that people are. The problem that happened in our office this time was very complicated before it was solved. The simpler the better.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe problem starts with the old lady named Daw Mya Thaung. Daw Mya Thaung is a woman who can live and eat well and is considered the first class in our neighborhood. Her husband works as a junior officer in a department. She has three children, the eldest is in ninth grade, and the two younger boys are in sixth and fifth grade. She also has a small store near the station in front of the neighborhood. Her store, which sells a variety of items, sells well. The more interest she gives, the better the sales.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe husband is an employee, the children are still in school, and she also has a small store, so what does Daw Mya Thaung do with the maids? The maids are usually girls between the ages of 13 and 14. Even though she has a store, she doesn't come to Daw Mya Thaung's ward office with debt issues. The problem she has had is that she has been there once or twice with the maid issue.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI only know that it is complicated to have a maid when she has a problem. There is still a broker for maids. If you want, you find one, pay the maid monthly, and then the woman who finds the maid takes 10% of the first month's salary and the monthly salary. The first time, it was okay with the maid, but the maid broker was a problem. The adults had to deal with the maid broker and what responsibilities they had.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNot long after, another maid moved in and both her belongings and the girl were missing. She couldn't find them. She also had to have a maid to cook for her children and husband.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe maid is lazy, the maid who does everything she is asked to do, the maid who goes to work and does not come back after being asked, the maid who takes out loans and does not tell the people around her, the maid who is confused and has to be cleared up. They are 14\/15 years old, so they are even harder to control than my own daughter. If my daughter doesn't talk, I can beat her, but the maid won't take it. Daw Mya Thaung also scolds and shouts, and she is not a maid. When she tells me, it seems that she agrees.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut now, Daw Mya Thaung praises everyone she meets as her maid. She doesn't look for a housekeeper, but she brings them in on purpose. The girl is about fifteen years old. She is lively and lively. Daw Mya Thaung sometimes even sits in the store. Daw Mya Thaung and her eldest daughter rent out videos, novels, and books. Daw Mya Thaung also finds a way to have fun at her house. The girl is also very clean-looking, so you wouldn't think she is a maid, but rather like a niece or something.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne night, I came to Daw Mya Thaung's office and found her quietly consulting with the chairman. She also had a letter in her hand. I soon learned that it was a story about a maid from Daw Mya Thaung's house and a young boy from the neighborhood. The letter that Daw Mya Thaung brought was written by the maid. I read it and found that the handwriting was not beautiful and the punctuation was not correct, but the meaning of the letter was clear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe replied to the boy, telling him not to underestimate her because she was a maid, but to appreciate her, and that she loved him faithfully. The boy in the letter written by the girl was the one who was hanging out with the chairman's sons, and he was from across the street.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's good that you got the letter. I can't let him go, Chairman. I'm also with the Chairman's son, so please call me and give me a little warning. I don't want to get into trouble.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Mya Thaung also calmly protects her housekeeper, who is reliable and efficient and who keeps her busy with her work. So the chairman called the boy through his son and asked him. The boy refused and refused. He said that he would not be a boyfriend with her, and she did not give him a chance. The boy was a 10th grade student.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe chairman and we thought the boy was shy and refused. The girl's letter was a lie. The chairman said he didn't want to hear it anymore and dismissed it. Not long after, the boy's mothers and sisters came to the office and complained. They argued loudly that their son had asked, that he hadn't, that their son didn't know the maid. Since the problem was getting worse, they called Daw Mya Thaung and showed her the letter. The boy stubbornly refused. His mother got angry and threw a few punches. When she said firmly that her son wasn't interested in the maid, they even had a fight in the office with Daw Mya Thaung. Finally, the adults had to settle it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe problem was solved, and the next day I saw the girl again, as usual. It didn't take long, about 15 days, and Daw Mya Thaung came to the office with a smile. It was about the maid, Ma Thin. She said that she had also beaten the maid. This time, the letter I received was not with the first boy. It was with a boy from the neighborhood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I read the letter, I saw that he was dating, that he wasn't happy living in this house, that he trusted me more because we were the same age, that he shouldn't date at night again, and even a poem he wrote about clouds and birds. The poem was copied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Chairman, don't call this guy in and give him a hard time. This guy is not an easy guy. 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The sun was shining on the street like a car waiting for someone, and I couldn’t think of anything to do when I saw her. It was like a person walking alone in their thoughts being pushed aside, or a person sleeping and being pulled up and asked a question. She seemed to know that I was surprised. She threw her umbrella, her crocodile-skin wallet, and the empty book that she had easily picked up on the table, and she pulled her red sports shirt from her chest and shook it and blew a few breaths. She must have known that my father and mother were going to the office, that I was reading and trying to fall asleep, that I had played a song or two mindlessly by looking at the scattered songbooks next to my sprawling guitar, and that she must have known a lot of the rest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou know..., he's my ex-boyfriend. To put it a little more bluntly, he's my ex-boyfriend who broke up with me three years ago. He glanced at me, unable to move, and picked up the point-and-shoot design pen on the table...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... how did you write this? The back is covered in wood. Can you put ink in this little thing?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he finished speaking, he didn't look at me, who didn't say anything. He put down his pen and picked up the straw painting and looked at it again. He really wasn't good for me to come to him. He already knew that I hated him, that I hurt him. He was disgusted. But he wasn't like a girl who came to an ex-boyfriend with guilt, but like a girl who came to a friend's house. Oh...he wouldn't come like this. Of all the things I've ever experienced, this was the most petty kind of Maya for him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe hard thing is... it's been three years since I broke up with him. I've never seen him again, I've even forgotten him. I don't remember, imagine, or think about him anymore, I don't even have any hopes or expectations, and I've been crazy about him for about a year now.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI waited for him to find out about my abuse and deception, to understand my forgiving love, and to see if he would return my favor, and to use cruel, harsh words to express my love for him, which had been abused.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he said \"forgive me\" with sobs, I burst out and waited for him to say \"forgive me\" with words. But he didn't come that time. I also avoided seeing him. If he understood, he would come, and I would never try to meet or talk to him who had insulted me so much.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Are you guys going to the office?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His last words were...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI answered. I had no intention of not talking back to him. He shook his hair and smiled at me. What did he want, his movements, his dark eyes, his breath, his smile, I began to think about him. Yes, because what did he want from me?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe had abandoned me, who had loved me so much, so weakly and so fearfully, and had gone after someone else. What more could she want from me? I stared at her, but I didn't know what she wanted. I was too weak to ever guess her thoughts by watching her movements.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI think the winter afternoon is quieter than I had expected. Not only is it quiet, but there is a softness to this winter afternoon. The softness of the shoreline, the soft texture of a newly washed-out beach, like a piece of unpainted canvas, the sounds of his and my movements.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLet it be like footprints that are lost on a beach, like drops of water that fall on a beach.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e And this winter afternoon, because of his arrival, the silences of the whole world have been summoned, and now, in this small room, our skin is tight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI feel like we are in my apartment, surrounded by animals that will devour our every move and say.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe didn't seem to like the situation either. It must have been suffocating for him to be like this. But he tried to destroy the situation without success. What do you want? I asked myself, and I thought it would be better if I drove the silence out of the room. Oh... But I'm not the stupid twenty-one-year-old I used to be.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was terrified when I thought about what if he suddenly started crying. In fact, I had never seen him cry. I had only seen him laugh and make fun of me. If he were to cry... As I thought about it, I was terrified, and I gradually became angry, resentful, and disgusted with him. Feelings that had been hidden for years, and that I could no longer remember, surged into my blood cells in an incredible amount in an instant. With that thought in mind, I looked at his face and thought, oh... I hate him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You're still in the Master's degree...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Sure...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I think you've found someone new...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My lord, I am not your servant.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe voice that shouted loudly seemed to surprise me at the change. He slammed the book he had opened in his hand shut and looked at me with determined eyes. But how long would he look at me with my angry, arrogant eyes? He lowered his head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Are you still angry with me?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What... are you still angry?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At the end of the speech, I burst out laughing. At first I laughed. But I don't know how I did it, but I couldn't stop laughing. Haha... Haha... Haha.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI chased after a laugh, and another one came out, and finally the laughs died down, and I was exhausted. My hands were shaking as if I had run out of energy. I sighed and looked at his face, and he was a little rabbit, a flower about to be picked, a rainbow of colors, a moon rising at dawn, a leaf afraid of the wind...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm not angry, I'm just resentful, Mi Mon...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy voice was soft, like a prayer to say that I wasn't angry, but when I said the word \"resentment,\" it roared like a lion roaring, causing all the animals in the world to run away. And I pulled his arm, which was scared, and threw it away. I stood up abruptly from the armchair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Brother...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm so angry,\" he muttered. My chest was heaving with anger. His eyes were white.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I'm not acting anymore. I fell down at first, like a starving animal that my mother had been holding for so long.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't call me, don't ever call me Ko Ye, I'm no longer a creature who used to eat the food you feed me, the person you call \"brother\" to a good person has already curled your lips, hasn't it? Don't try to make fun of my name by putting on that kind of lip color, I'm ashamed, Mi Mon.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't say those things.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh my... are those things... yes, I must say. You are my first love, my first love after a year of friendship, my first story, my first shadow, my first poison, the name of my shame. If I don't tell you these words, what is the meaning of my life?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy veins are as if I've drunk two gallons of wine. 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He is fair-skinned, about 5 feet 9 inches tall, has a compact body, a straight nose, rather thick lips, and sharp, unlined eyes. The most distinctive feature of the teacher's body is his sharp, unlined eyes. The teacher is quiet. He does not carry a textbook, but keeps a piece of chalk in his school uniform. If he cannot find a chalk (s)he does not ask the students to stand up or do anything like other teachers, but he often erases it with the sleeve of his school uniform. One teacher said to him, \"Since he does it in front of the students, he is teaching them good techniques.\" The teacher said, \"I am teaching them good techniques.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I don’t want to find fault with something that’s not important, because I can’t give Duster enough time in the forty-five minutes I have. I think it’s not bad to read a novel and then show him how to pee, but it’s not good,” she replied. The teacher is quiet and has a bad attitude, and the other teachers say that she doesn’t get along with any of the teachers. The teacher just moved to the new school this year, and when she arrived, she was assigned to our class, which was the weakest in the entire eighth grade.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher doesn't usually scold you for talking or eating during class. He also doesn't scold you for not wearing school uniform. He just says bluntly, \"If you wear school uniform, I'll recognize you as a student. If something happens, I'll help you, give you a seat, give you priority, and if you don't want to do anything that specifically benefits you, it's up to you.\" Our class is like the A class, where if you don't wear school uniform, you get a one-on-one match.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is no school absence. Therefore, the teacher is not in harmony with the teachers, the speaker said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The teacher didn't hit us much, but we couldn't stand the sight of his small, narrow, sharp eyes. That's why we were afraid of him. The teacher never told us to be afraid of him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOur teacher has only been at school for about three months now. He has been testing our class on his own terms. As far as I can remember, no one has passed. But the teacher is neither angry nor scolds.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm glad to know the correct answer, hey, I like it that way. Now... the first student to get the highest score of 12 points in English alone, hey, let's try it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My friend Kyaw Oo stood up with a sigh. The teacher smiled and nodded, satisfied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now... and I want to see Sandar Linlet, who has two eggs in a multi-religious group, try it out.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSandar, who everyone knew was the most handsome in our class, stood up. He was also laughing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Now... Sandar Linlet, go sit next to Kyaw Oo. Kyaw Oo is the best in the class, so I will make Sandar, the weakest, my teacher. If Sandar doesn’t get the right answer or makes a mistake, I won’t beat Sandar Linlet. His teacher will beat you, Kyaw Oo. Do you understand what I’m saying? Now... Ma Kyi Ma gets second. Try it.” In this way, the teacher pairs the students with the levels (1) and (59), (2) and (58), etc., so there are exactly two pairs of students in our class. The teachers have to place the students next to each other.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher's rule is that if the teacher makes a mistake, he gets one hit, and if the student makes a mistake, he gets five hits. If the student makes a mistake, the teacher hits him and he is not allowed to be hit. He only gets hit. If the teacher makes a mistake, the student can answer, hit him, and get away with it. Then the student is the teacher and the teacher is the student again. Therefore, the students who do not like the teacher often miss the opportunity to become the teacher again, just as the student who does not get the letter from the teacher and becomes the student again has to study to become the teacher again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause of this system, no one in our batch (E) class failed in the first semester, setting a record. In the exam for that semester, the teacher also divided the grades into pairs as usual, and taught the students in pairs (25). Among them, my student was a girl named Yin Yin Yi.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat Yin Yin is a fat girl and her mind is Thai. When she laughs, she looks like a little child, and when she cries, she looks like a little monster. Therefore, Yin Yin is always a little monster.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Because she is a girl, she is good at studying, so she went to the Two Cats Library.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's not obvious, but it's quite far from the point of calculation. If you make mistakes and don't learn, you won't know anything. That's why I have to work harder than the students and teachers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe system that the teacher has set up is a system that makes the student feel more attached to the teacher than to himself. In that case, in addition to memorizing a text for myself, I also have to explain it to him so that he understands, so it takes about five times the effort of regular studying. For example, I had to teach him with various examples, so that text was not only confusing but also difficult for me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You know that if you multiply like signs, you get plus, and if you multiply unlike signs, you get minus. If you know this, how could you make a mistake? If you add + 3 and + 9 here..\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e + \"12\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now... okay, if you multiply +7 by +4..\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Well... there...+1+21”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “OK... OK... If you add -6 and -8...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Yin Yin's expression changed. She looked at me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd I don't know what to do.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Hotel (-)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “No (+)”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was disappointed. I shouted at (-) and it became (+)? It turned out that this was the correct answer because there were only two signs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I told you, if the signs are the same, it's (+), if they're different, it's (-), so here, the minus is the same...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Minus\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI felt like dying. I knew that I couldn't study with anger, so today I changed my mind and studied in a hot and furious way. I didn't study the (+) and (-) thing. But in my mind, the thought of how to make him understand those (+) and (-) dominated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the teacher asked me to calculate the ball, I was right and he was wrong for a moment and I was about to get five strokes. Finally, I got the best example for (+) and minus. I was very happy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Now... I'll give you an example. 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In the dark, in the light, lifeless, living conditions were different. Standing silently between one end and the other in the night. Life and death are light and darkness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe will be as close as opposites. With the hope that we will meet again in many future lives. With hope.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI hope, but in the summer, it's cold to the bone, and I can't see a single shadow at night, just a fragment of life that remains. Father and son will meet again in the next life. After the next life, we will be happy again. Now, every time I think back to the previous situation, I miss it. Now, I have to stand still for a while. Even if I continue to stand in the dark, the darkness will eventually continue to be dark.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, it was quite dark outside. At night, the light of the street lamp was dim and silent. I could only see the past in the silence. Even though no one was under the street lamp that I could see, I wanted to let my mind in as much as possible. The street lamp was too bright at a distance without need. Perhaps it was necessary to light it up. In the light, insects and insects were so happy that I was lost.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe can only live contentedly, and only look forward with imagination from the dark side we see now. Mosquitoes are freezing to death. Just by watching the frozen mosquitoes fly around, it doesn't mean that the mosquitoes will fly away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe darkness that would drag hope to the very bottom. The moon shone like a crescent in the darkness. Like a single candle left on a stump, human lives are so easily lost. The flame burns with the possibility of fading away at any time. It seems that the only flame that can be extinguished at any time is the one that is being kept quiet. Now it is even harder to breathe. Those were very (dark) nights. Those were very dark nights.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(2)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCigarette smoke drifted through the still air. It was not disturbing to see someone standing nearby in the dark. I asked my father if he was still asleep. The words I wanted to say were forming in my mind, coming, and trying to speak. It was getting late at night. Trying to break the silence on the verandah meant that words were disappearing again. I couldn't help but stare into the distance, I missed the shooting stars in the sky for a moment, I looked over the towering buildings in front of me and felt sad. In fact, in the distance, stars never fall, I only saw sadness and sorrow, and even though there was no moonlight, I wondered if I would still see shadows in the past, if my father was still in pain. Sitting alone, the two of us felt the need to say something to my father. It seemed as if my father wanted to say something.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo if one or two more words come out, it's still Dad, isn't he still asleep? Dad is still standing there, still looking far away. He's still trying to find the words to say.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt has been a long time since I slept until late at night. In the evenings, when the apartment verandah was filled with cigarette smoke, my father would come to the verandah and talk to me. Inside the house, my mother and family would sleep late at night, resting from the fatigue of the day. On many days, when we were tired, sad, and lonely, my father would come out to the verandah and talk to me. Those were memorable nights. Those were memorable nights, when I was tired, sad, and worried about my health and material things, I could take a short break from the verandah nights. Those were the nights when I remembered my father, missed him, and couldn't forget him. My father would sometimes ask for a cigarette. Every time I asked, I hesitated about my health and couldn't decide. Every time I asked for a cigarette, he just gave it to me. He just gave it to me. I still miss him now.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe song \"Sin Gyi Galonchi\" and my childhood are still too far away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The days when my father was hospitalized were the days when my father was in pain. My father had to go to the hospital, and until the very end, he seemed to be determined not to go to the hospital. The pain he was enduring was only made worse by the injuries he suffered after he got to the hospital.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (3)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe news that my father was hospitalized came coldly on the phone. The rain started to fall immediately. Even though we were in the same city, we were always in different places. Bad news came with a sudden rush. Happiness is rare in life, and even when we pretend to be happy, sadness can come to us at any time. Like the events that we see in photos, books, and movies, the news made our blood boil. Everything we saw and heard became crystal clear in our minds. When the phone rang, it was as if we were playing a real character in the story. The coincidences came at the right time, and the images came one after another, like a real movie being shot outside. We had to run from wherever we were. We focused on running towards the hospital. We couldn't stop thinking about the hospital bed and we didn't want to stop until we saw something.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt seemed like the rain was getting heavier outside. It seemed like the rain was pouring down like a rainstorm outside. My father was lying on the hospital bed, exhausted. He was also given oxygen. His chest heaving and rising seemed like a long-distance runner, feeling guilty, exhausted. The knowledge that it wasn't too late was actually quite comforting, but I had to walk around the emergency room, walking around, one day at a time. Let's just say... the worries in my heart that I couldn't let go of.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(4)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Even after spending many days in the hospital, my father was smiling and trying to forget about the rest of his life and the troubles in the world. Those were the days when he had to focus on keeping his family's hearts from breaking, rather than on money.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThose were the days when I thought that my father was still alive in the world, and the rest were just dust. These days, I only had to live because I had to die. Even though I knew that my father was still alive, I was sure that my father's kidneys were completely damaged. 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I couldn't see the path I was supposed to take.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The snowstorm is blowing hard. The three thousand forests are sighing heavily. The battlefield is in the throes of battle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Hey, listen up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAre there any songs that are so haunting? Ananthuriya with his eyes wide open under the sword of the powerful son of the king, Letwe Sundara shivering by the fire, Our king Natshinnaung shedding tears on the battlefield, Hlaing, who is deeply moved at night, The golden crowns that float from the monasteries -\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh, oh, the sound of bullets, the rabbit hunters, the frog hunters, the farmers of the mountains, the ministers, the kings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is better to die than to be healed. The venerable Sibanni, the wedding of the monk, the boy's commentary, the great master, the monk himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Screams, gunshots.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Modern San\" from the jungle, \"Red Dragon\" from the city center, \"Tara\" from the island of Tahiti.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe voice of the revolutionary people's burning demands, the revolutionary\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Literature\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (b)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nights of the Divine Moon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was gloomy. The snow was blowing, the flowers were blooming, and the morning star was shining, and the sky was turning pink.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh, the sun is red, the sun is bright, there are no diamonds. The sun is red.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMoe Wai Literature Magazine Headline, December 1971\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNear and far from the bonfire\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf we want to evaluate the literature of a particular era, we must evaluate it in relation to the conditions of that era. Especially when evaluating literature from the past, it must be consistent with that era. It is not fair to judge it based on today's conditions, today's views, and today's criticisms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIsn't it said that literature is the mirror of the times? A piece of literature can only represent the era in which it was born.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf there were labor, peasant, and student movements in a given era, we would find the colors of those movements reflected in the literature of that era. The greater the scale and momentum of the movement, the greater the extent of the reflection.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTo illustrate, if there is a fire, there will be a reflection of light. If the fire is small, the color reflected on our pages will be only a little bit. If the fire is large, the pages will be red. If there is no fire at all, it will be a dark age.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is one thing. If there was a huge bonfire at one time, but the pages were dark or just a little pink, it would be because those pages were not near the bonfire, but were isolated and peaceful in a distant place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, if we want to look at contemporary literature, we must first look at the torches of that era. 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The price of the invitation was just one ice cream and two cakes. Is it the Inya Lake Hotel? The Beach Road Hotel? The President Hotel?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA beautiful flowerbed, printed in seven colors on ivory cardboard. The sight of it gave off a faint scent. The names of the bride and groom were in yellow, sparkling with jewels. But he didn't know them. He had never heard of their names.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Bummar stared at the large invitation for a moment, then picked it up. Whose children would the bride and groom be? Was he invited by the boy or by the girl?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe didn't know the groom's parents. But she had heard of them. A prominent official. His name had been in the newspapers for many years. The groom was also an official. He was the youngest son. The names of his brothers and sisters were also printed. They were also officials. She had heard the names of one or two of them. They were great relatives.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Bhumma guessed that it must be the bride's side who invited him. He didn't read the invitation anymore and walked away, wondering who it would be. Two friends, three.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe name of the man appears in the title. They have grown sons and daughters. One is a doctor, their family doctor. One is an officer, someone they have business dealings with. The other is the owner of a film company.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He continued reading the invitation. A \"aww\" came out of his mouth. It wasn't the person he thought it was. It was a school friend he hadn't seen in a long time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Kyaw Pe was not a childhood friend. They met at university. They shared a room in the Pinya Hall. He was the president of the Sahaya Association. Ko Bum Mar was the secretary.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe last time they met was more than two years ago. While Ko Bumma was waiting for a three-wheeler in front of Bogyoke Market, a Familia car pulled up in front of him. He saw Kyaw Pe's smiling face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was taken to the Kukkai swimming pool. Kyaw Pe kept talking like he had done at school. There were white beer foam on the table. A thin layer of blue smoke was coming out of a three-piece cigarette.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A girl in a black swimsuit dove backwards into the blue pool. Her whole body was bent. Her thighs were yellow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 2\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe waterfront hotel maintains its tradition: national costumes, buttery cashew nuts, small beer bottles, lion-emblazoned shot glasses, and red-skinned foreigners.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Bummar had attended before. With a movie mogul. They were discussing making a movie of his character. Widescreen, Academy Award-winning actor, Academy Award-winning actress, Academy Award-winning director. He would receive three hundred thousand baht. But he wouldn’t act. He would be paid three thousand baht and three hundred thousand baht. (Now, he is seen at the Beach Road Hotel and the second floor.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he arrived, the front of the hotel on the waterfront was full of cars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The waterfront hall is quite narrow, compared to the city hall, the presidential palace, or the Inya Lake. However, the four walls are decorated, making it look like an art exhibition.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt could also be true for a gemstone exhibition. Diamonds, emeralds, and rubies are scattered everywhere, lit up by the sliding lights.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the middle of the hall, there are people receiving gifts. On three tables, neatly arranged bundles of gifts are arranged in rows.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Bummar hurriedly took out a small envelope from his bag and entered the hall. Loud music greeted him. Electric instruments, low voices.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The band is on the other side. White shirts, white pants, dark ties. The latest amplifiers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was standing. He didn't know which table to go to. In a sudden glance, he couldn't tell who it was. He didn't recognize it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 3\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, are you late? Are you alone? Is your wife not here?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When he turned around, he saw Kyaw Pe. He was happy. And he wanted to laugh. The bride's father was wearing a big hat, a crocheted shawl, and a silk veil.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Come, they're waiting for you. They were talking about you earlier.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Kyaw Pe dragged him away. Who would be waiting for him? What would they say about him?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Here comes the doomed writer you've been waiting for.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKyaw Pe held both of his shoulders and spoke to the people at a table. He looked at the people around the table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh... is it Ko Kyaw Maung? This old man is here too. He is excited. Ko Kyaw Maung is older than them. He is in the senior class. He was their big brother in school. When he spoke to them, he would open his mouth and speak. But no one was angry with him. He was kind. He was honest. He was still at the university. He was a teacher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe suddenly didn't recognize the person sitting next to Ko Kyaw Maung. He looked back twice before catching sight of the young man. He remembered the name. Thein Zaw, from Sagaing. I could write a novel about him. But then he remembered when he was young. I don't know what he's doing now. He joined the army back then. I haven't talked about him. I've even forgotten.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThein Zaw didn't know the person next to him. He didn't know the other person either. They were looking back at him with curious eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh . . . Ko Hlabu is also a friend. He smiles and is very polite. I meet him often. He is a journalist. He has been abroad. I read his articles.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Sit down, the chair is not your enemy\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Hlabu patted his butt and said, \"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm not distinguishing between enemy and friend. I'm thinking about male and female.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Bummar sat in his chair, smiling. He looked at the two strangers. Kyaw Pe, sensing the situation, introduced them. One was an officer from the Department of Mines, the other\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He is a construction engineer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You've studied French too. Don't you know if a chair is male or female?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Kyaw Maung began to speak. Ko Bummar stared at Thein Zaw. Thein Zaw became restless and asked, “Ko Bummar, don’t you remember me?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I found some novels written by Ko Bhummar. I read them, but I didn’t read them. I didn’t have time.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Ah...but Ko Thein Zaw is in the army now?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"No. It's trade.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aw... aw\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Kyaw Pe moved on to another group. The five of them were left behind. Three of them were classmates, two were strangers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e People are still coming. Some individually, some in groups of two or three. Some with families, women and children.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, isn't that property worth a million dollars?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe journalist pointed and said, \"We saw a tall, handsome man with gold-rimmed glasses enter.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, this guy.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The teacher supports it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is the one behind him his property?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThein Zaw asked, looking at the woman with Sophia's hair, Khin Than Nu's body, and the man. The woman turned to them. Her upper eyelids were blue-green. She had long eyelashes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, that's number four.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Hlabu confirmed. 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It's better for the actor and actress to come early. The audience is waiting to see them, so the show will be good.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The actor wakes up at 9 o'clock. He can't come with a clean face and a shaved head. He has to be painted. It takes about half an hour to finish the actor's hair. If you're an actress, don't tell me. You don't know anything about movies yet.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWriter Ko Thita took a sip of orange juice and listened to the sounds around him. 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That's enough.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, I'm busy too, so I can't even talk to you calmly. Now, I have some guests to attend to, so I'll go... Please excuse me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDirector Po Naing was barely able to speak, and before writer Ko Thita could turn around and look, he disappeared into the noisy audience.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe number of spectators coming to the Kantō festival is increasing. The glittering clothes and the sparkling diamonds and gold colors even dim the neon lights.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was not a single word “art” in the words they spoke. 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Please wait.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If you wait, you have to wait....., the main thing is the prince and princess, right? You have to give me a special experience.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The director appeared to be in a daze, arching his back and stretching his shirt up to his fingertips, trying not to laugh.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's not a trial, I'll give you a big,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as Director Pao Naing finished speaking, the waves of laughter waiting to be heard from the sidelines erupted into a rhythmic, rhythmic noise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Thita sat in a corner, watching their behavior in amazement as if she were watching a movie. 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The audience doesn't want it. They want good jokes and dirty jokes. Look at the weather. In the morning it's sunny. In the evening it's raining.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next evening, a brown rain came down from the mountain, pouring down in torrents. Ko Thet Htun laughed heartily again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... Ko Shwe Moe.. It's raining\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The next day, it rained again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChit Chit listened to Ko Thet Htun's lamentations with uncontrollable calm, and sometimes tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, Ko Thet Htun's tragic fate touched Chit Chit's heart, and gradually, out of compassion, she began to love him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Thet Htun was tall, thin, with dark skin, and curly hair that always fell on his forehead. His face was sad and gloomy, but his love for Chit Chit was deep and intense.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChit Chit loves only one person. She lives without anyone to love. When she was young, she loved her father. Her father, who was old and now sat in the dark room of the house. She loved her aunt who used to visit her from Mandalay once a year. When she was in the convent, she loved the teacher Dora. She was strong and graceful, and had a sweet and gentle demeanor. She was polite. No one could help but love her with her rosy cheeks, her flowing hair, and her pure and clear smile. Men who met her would say, “How lovely!” Even women would hold her hands and say, “Love, love, love.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the other side of the house where he lived, there was a theater, and when the wind blew, he could hear the sound of drums and flutes. Only occasionally did he hear the sound of clapping and laughter. While Ko Thet Htun was wrestling with the low-class audience, Chit Chit could not sleep, and she was worried that no one would come to see her tonight. When Ko Thet Htun returned from the theater in the morning, he opened the curtain on the theater door and smiled and greeted her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd so they got married. When he saw her rosy cheeks and clear smile up close, he fell even more in love with her, and began to whisper, \"I love you, I love you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBoth of them are happy. Chit Chit sits in the office manager's office and does the accounting. His rosy cheeks and sweet smile can be seen from time to time at the ticket booth, backstage, etc. He tells his friends and colleagues that theater is important in life, and that through theater, you can experience real culture, etc.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The audience doesn't understand anything. They only want jokes. They don't understand art.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChit Chit even echoed her husband Ko Thet Htun's ideas about the play. When the play was in progress, she would come in and give advice. Criticize. She would also listen to the piano teacher's music and join in from where she was, saying, \"Seven notes, this is so beautiful.\" The band members also called her \"Chit Chit.. Chit Chit\" and loved her. She was also very close to him. Once, the piano teacher did not pay back the money he borrowed, and she did not even tell her husband. Chit Chit is kind-hearted and kind-hearted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen winter came, the New Oo Theatre Company traveled from Shan State to Angye. Chit Chit was happy that they would be able to make up for their previous losses. The theatre became famous. However, whenever Ko Thet Htun returned, the river was still very bad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn such cases, Chit Chit would apply eucalyptus oil to a white handkerchief and then apply honey, salt, and pepper to the wound.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Chit Chit... Chit Chit Chit, I love you so much. Chit Chit is so clever.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe festival was going on in one big city after another. Chit Chit was staring at the stars from the window, unable to sleep, thinking about Ko Thet Htun. One night, around midnight, there was a knock on the door. A rooster crowed from the fence on the other side of the garden. Chit Chit came to the door with a start.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm in chains,\" I heard a voice shouting from outside. Hey... May Ko Thet Htun be healthy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chit Chit opened the chain letter with trembling hands and read it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ko Thet Tun passed away a day ago. Come quickly for the funeral.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Thet Htun passed away suddenly in Myitkyina.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ko Thet Htun... Are you going to leave Chit Chit? How will Chit Chit live?” he sobbed and cried until his voice fell silent. The next day, Chit Chit went to Myitkyina, finished making funeral arrangements, and returned.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChit Chit's sobs and cries could be heard from the street. 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U Kyaw Pwint is a man of great age.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs they walked, chatting, Chit Chit entered the courtyard of his house, and U Kyar Pwint and the others smiled and greeted each other, and U Kyar Pwint continued on his way back to his house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Kyar Pwint often visited Chit Chit's house. Chit Chit treated him to coffee. Chit Chit fell in love with him. U Kyar Pwint had money and needed a housekeeper who would take care of the property with care. 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In a small village where the village is kept in time by the sound of the chicken, under a large banyan tree full of shade and aura, children will be seen playing happily and happily in accordance with religion at the same time as this story begins. Among those children, a beautiful and pure young girl and a boy were a little girl named Shin Min Swe and a boy named Maung Yaw.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShin Min Swe and Maung Yaw were different from other children, but they were similar in appearance and personality. They were not from the same family. Maung Yaw was raised by the monk U Peya, who lived in the monastery at the top of the village, from the age of three. He has been teaching him literature and scriptures to this day, and he has become a disciple of the monk U Nyeya. Shin Min Swe was the daughter of a poor widow in the village.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmong the children who were playing happily, a dark-skinned boy with wide eyes and a wide forehead called Nyo Gyi \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003esaid, “Hey, Min Swe, let’s go to Dwey Lay Nyein and listen to what he has to say about the town.” He turned to Maung Yaw, who was studying with him, and asked, “Do you want to come with me?” The boy named Nyo Gyi was the only son of U Yan Naing, the village headman who could be called a king in that area, and he was being taught by the monk U Saya. Hearing Nyo Gyi’s question, Maung Yaw, Shin Min Swe, and the other children agreed and ran under the banyan tree to the village gate.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis young lady, Nyein, was the mother of King Min Swe and his cousin, Nyein Aung. Nyein Aung did not live here permanently. In the Golden City, she lived in the house of a maidservant of the King Min Dhamma, the daughter of the King, and she always accompanied the maidservant to the palace. She was also fond of telling funny stories to the maidservants and entertaining them. She was especially loved by all the maidservants in the palace of the King. Daw Nyein Aung became very close to the entire palace of Salin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery two or three years, she would return to the village for a short time to see her sister and her nephew, Shin Min Swe. It had been more than two months since Daw Nyein Aung had returned to this village. When they heard that Daw Nyein Aung had returned, everyone, young and old, men and women, who were far from the Golden City, came to ask about things they had never seen or heard before. They listened to what Shin Nyein Aung said as if they were listening to the Dhamma, and praised her greatly. They gave her food and drink, and the villagers of Shatu took special care of Daw Nyein Aung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen they first arrived from the city, the elders would not stop visiting, but if they stayed for more than a month, they would go to Daw Nyein Aung and ask her about the city. However, the children in the village would often come in large groups and ask her about the events in the city. Daw Nyein Aung would tell them about the 'Rama Jatka', the 'Enaung Jatka', the dances in the palace, the 'Simi Myin Mo' festival held during Thadingyut, the 'Tanaung Daing' festival held during the month of Tanaung Mone, the 'Matho Shinkan' weaving by the palace people at night during the Tanaung Daing, the water festival, and the beautiful stories of the Pahor Si that played at regular intervals on the Pahor Si. The children would listen to her quietly and quietly, as if they were listening to ancient fairy tales. Some mothers even thanked Daw Nyein Aung for taking care of their children.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmong the children who listened to this, Shin Min Swe, in everything Daw Nyein Aung told him, what stuck in his heart was the desire to hear the sweet and cool sound of the Pahor Si Dawgyi, and to see the Pahor Si Dawgyi. Therefore, he made a childish resolution that when he grew up, he would go to the Golden City and listen to the sound of the Pahor Si Dawgyi.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45571038445717,"sku":"","price":1800.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_54b33d85-aa1c-44cb-9bb9-c9e4a187c07f.jpg?v=1730214622"},{"product_id":"ထင်အောင်ကျော်ဆောင်းကြိုပန်း-အာရုံစက်၀န်းဘ၀အတွေးစာစုများ","title":"Tin Aung Kyaw (Winter Flower) - Thoughts on the Cycle of Life","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePlease let me ask briefly.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Let me ask you this, is there anything in life that you should be paying close attention to?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Don't rush into answering with formulaic, book-like words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat I mean by paying homage is something that is the meaning of one's life, something that can even be called the living of one's life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Even if the whole world misunderstands and ridicules you, your respect will not be broken. It is a truth that can be said that even if you are attacked, your faith will not change.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was a question he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI took some time to think deeply. I couldn't give him an answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e To be honest, I haven't yet developed that deep of a belief.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mind, which is still in the state of mindfulness, does not yet have such strong concepts of the Supreme Being. As I said, I do not intend to give the reader an answer in this short article. I do not have an answer. I just want to share a profound question that I myself have been asked. “Let me ask you a question, is there anything in life that you should pay homage to?”\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45571047227541,"sku":"","price":4050.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_89566486-bbe7-498a-bea2-d5a88cc2dfa7.jpg?v=1730215003"},{"product_id":"ထင်လင်း-၀ထ္ထုတိုငါးပုဒ်","title":"Tin Lin - 5 short stories","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHow to find it\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e To my dear Win Maung and Ari...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Brother\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Ngwe Yi's sweet voice came from the kitchen. Ko Min Wai bowed his head from the desk and raised his head abruptly from where he was writing. Then, he put down his pen and placed it on the paper he had just written, and stood up from his seat. When he reached the edge of the chair, he turned his back to the left and right and bent over. Then he came towards the kitchen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Brother...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Here we go...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... Brother, I didn't invite you to come over. I said I'll cook dinner and take a shower when it's almost work time. I just left and went to the store and got my things...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Min Wai walked in with a smile as if it were nothing important, and put his arm around his wife's waist from behind as she was preparing a bowl of food. Ma Ngwe Yi also said as if it were nothing important, without stopping to prepare the food, \"I'm going to prepare the meal, because it's almost time for work. I said I'll take a shower...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What are you cooking, Ri? What are you feeding me today?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Ngwe Yi took a spoonful of the dish and put it in Ko Min Wai's mouth, saying with a sweet smile, \" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTaste it, I like the sour dish...\u003c\/span\u003e \" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Min Wai opened his mouth and tasted the dish. Then, he closed his eyes and\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003esaid, \"Oh...very good, very good...very good.\" Ma Ngwe Yi was watching his expression with satisfaction when he was kissed by Ko Min Wai. Then, he quickly turned to the side and, as if embarrassed, he lightly poked Ko Min Wai's forehead with his finger, so that the girls could see it. Brother, it's so good...\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"A reward for good cooking...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Okay, teacher…..now.take a shower. There’s no time for that. I can’t even eat my rice properly. That’s it, teacher. I can’t stand the thought of having to cook my favorite dishes myself. Go and see. Don’t make such a big smile on people. Take a shower. Change your clothes. I’ve already put them in the closet.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Okay.. because of these, because of these\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, oh, brother, you're so annoying... let's go... we'll be late.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After pushing it out, Ko Min Wai's little boy came out of the oven, hissing and hissing. Soon, the sound of water splashing from the bathroom and Ko Min Wai's little boy came out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey...\" he called out again from the shower.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Brother...\" he said as he prepared the meal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Sour soup...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, yes. Would you like to serve it without the sour soup to make it more appetizing?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Okay... I'll reward Ri.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Okay, teacher.....now hurry up and break it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Done\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSoon, the bathroom door swung open and Min Wai, her face covered in a large towel, came out. She stood there, like a cold child, watching the meal Ma Ngwe Yi was preparing. Ma Ngwe Yi scooped up a spoonful of the soup and put it in her mouth, then leaned her head over to Ma Ngwe Yi, kissed her in the air, and ran into the room. Ma Ngwe Yi watched from behind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"My brother said so.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Brother..\" \"Yes, yes, I'm here...here..\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I wonder if you can find it. The middle tier... The top tier is a shirt, a long-sleeved shirt, a set...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"See you later...here's the thing\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's up, if you see me, come quickly. I'm waiting here for the meal to be spoiled. Have you seen me yet, brother?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I found the shirt.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Safe\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I see... I don't see...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Ngwe Yi scratched her head in confusion, leaving the dinner table covered with a blanket and went in. When she entered the room, she saw Ko Min Wai, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, looking for something on the dressing table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I can't find...what's wrong? A button...is that it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Min Wai nodded his head in a childish tone, \"Yes...\". Ma Ngwe Yi glanced at Ko Min Wai and then joined in the search.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I saw this area early this morning.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I can't see it anymore, okay?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I've found the other side, it's falling down\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"So it's true that it's right here.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh...it's hard to find...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Ngwe Yi glanced at Ko Min Wai. His face was no longer as happy as before. Ma Ngwe Yi thought that he was not a big boy, but a little boy. 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With some sour soup.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Min Wai pretended to be jealous of Ma Ngwe Yi, but Ma Ngwe Yi knew too much about him. He would get very angry if he wanted such small things and couldn't find them. No matter how precious or not, if he couldn't find them where they were, he would look for them all day long, even if they were just a single seed. If he found them, he would throw them away. He had this kind of mentality.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm not a child anymore...don't be so stubborn.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's not stubborn, Yee doesn't look for me. It's the same in front of me. His face is not good, he looks very childish,\" said Ko Min Wai while eating.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, he's the one who called Ma Ngwe Yi a child.\" Ma Ngwe Yi smiled. 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She had renounced perfumes and wore clothes stained with glass. \"Yasodhara was very loyal to the Buddha,\" he said to the Buddha.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen the Buddha said, \"Yasodhara was not only loving and faithful to him in this life, but she was loving and faithful to him in past lives as well.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After a while, the Bodhisattva was of the Kinnaras family and was named Sanda. Sanda Kinnaras lived with his wife Sanda Kinnaras on the silver mountain called Sandapabbata (Moon Mountain) in the Himalayas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe couple lived on the mountain during the rainy season. When the rainy season ended and summer arrived, they came down to the foot of the mountain. They came down because they could play among the trees and grass at the foot of the mountain. They could bathe in the streams at the foot of the mountain.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn a hot summer day, Sandakinaara applied perfume. He ate pollen. He wore a flower robe. Then, singing happily, he played on a vine swing that grew near a stream.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen Sandakinara went down to the stream with Sandakinari and bathed. They played in the water, playing with each other and throwing flowers in the water.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey splashed about in the water to cool off, then climbed out. They put on their flowery clothes again. Then, on the silvery sand, they spread out flower beds and lay down happily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, Sandakina played the flute. Sandakina danced. Sandakina danced softly in tune with the rhythm. A human being arrived at this peaceful place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNot long ago, the King of Varanasi decided to leave the throne for a while and go to the Himalayas. In accordance with this decision, he came to a spring where the Kinnar couple were playing. Hearing the sound of the bamboo flute, the King of Varanasi approached without making any noise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the king saw Sandakina, he fell in love with her at first sight, so he took out his bow and shot his husband Kinnarapo with an arrow to win her over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSandakinaara screamed from the arrow wound and fell to the ground, pushing Sandakinaari back. Sandakinaari heard her lover's scream and quickly ran towards him. She inquired what had happened. Then she found an arrow wound on her lover's body. 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It is also important for them to know that none of the guards can do such a job of starvation. The happiest time for the artist is at dawn. As soon as dawn comes, food will be brought to the guards. For the healthy ones, they would eat this food without hunger. They are tired from not sleeping at night. They have to rely on the artist to eat. Some say that feeding the guards this breakfast is a kind of bribe. I think they are saying too much.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe critics were frightened by the invitation to watch the wild beast and the translated short stories. Don't eat breakfast. Don't sleep all night. Just watch. But they stubbornly held on to their doubts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn any case, these doubts are a necessary part of the professional hunger strike. Who can watch a starving artist day and night? This is a real hunger strike. No one can witness it without stopping. 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They had sent him to kindergarten with the aim of teaching him to be self-reliant, to be able to socialize with friends, and to listen to the teachers. They also asked if he was in a good condition to be sent to school. So, when the teacher mentioned the matter of the school dance, they immediately agreed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI agreed right away, but I told him that I would pay for the dress he would wear to the prom next Monday. I leaned over to my son, who was sitting on the bike, and asked him if he wanted to go to the prom, and he said no. So I told him that the prom was so much fun, that he would wear new clothes, and that his friends would be there to dance, and he thought about it a little. I don't know, I don't know.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne evening, while I was walking to school, a teacher asked my son to tell a story at the school dance. Out of the eighty students, only one could tell a story. 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The squirrels are called “parachutists” because they run onto train cars and jump off people’s cars carrying packages and bags. This is the term they call themselves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe squirrel is very brave. Sometimes he doesn't just jump out of the train window, he jumps out of the carriage. He jumps from the roof of the train and steals. He's not a thief. He's just being careful. One of the squirrel's colleagues holds his two legs from the roof of the train, he jumps and works, and when he gives a signal, he lets go of his hand. The squirrel falls down on the side of the track, crumpling. No matter how fast the train goes. Don't worry. The faster it goes, the farther away from its owner, the safer it is for him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf the owner of the package knows, he will shout from under the box, waving his hands like \"Tart\", \"Boy-by-by\", \"Cheerio\" and disappear. It's like a joke, but the parachute that you jump with your life, and then all the things in it, are divided proportionally. The one who jumps the parachute gets a little more. Money and things are almost free, right? The squirrel doesn't do anything unfair with the things that come with it when he opens the package and unzips it. They show their friends the truth and divide it. He doesn't care about this kind of thing. He's not a liar. The squirrel is a real fighter. Isn't their world small? If you don't do it right, it will come out like a bottle one day. If you're not honest with each other, it won't work, you'll get in trouble. It's rare. There are also such beliefs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSometimes, Nga Shin worked from the Yangon Express. The guys in the dormitory were already asleep. Nga Shin took a sip of the fine whiskey on the table between the two bunks and took two sips. Then he chewed a piece of ginger. He handed over the rest of the bottle to the roof and then he started working. The suitcase was quite heavy. Nga Shin didn’t get drunk on a sip or two of whiskey. It was just as good as a parachute jump. The suitcase was always clutched and jumped. He hadn’t opened the bag yet. He waited until his passenger came. The next day, they broke the lock. The bag, which he wanted to carry with him, was heavy with money. When he opened it, Nga Shin’s hair stood up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh...oh....... Don't you think you're going to get a bite? There are about three bottles of money. The weight is heavy because of the pistol and the bullets. What should I do? Throw the pistol and bullets into the buffalo creek. Sometimes I want the money to flow, and sometimes I want the money to not flow and become a snake.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNga Shin has already told his teachers clearly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I work when I have a job. But I never cut wood from a fence, sir.” The teachers did not understand what the thief said, “I do not cut wood from a fence.” I never work in the area where I am from, our territory, Hodi Yamethin. I sometimes go to Tat Kone, Pyaw Bwe, and Pyin Ma Na. Sometimes I go to Kyauk Si, Sint Kai. That was when there were no chicken games, phew circles, or gin circles in his village and the surrounding area.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNga Shin has a rule. He does what he promises. When he opens his bags and boxes after work, he never takes pants. Let the teachers wear them. One or the other will do. A person with this kind of mind. Is it really better to skydive in pants? This is a question. But Nga Shin seems to be worried about his pants. Has he ever gotten into trouble while working in pants? I don't know what happened. Underwear and a cloth on top. Sometimes he doesn't even wear underwear. Jumping in a cloth, parachuting, that's how good Nga Shin is.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWith dark skin, short legs, a wrinkled face, and a short-sleeved shirt, Nga Nga looks like a ripe fruit. But he dresses and eats neatly. He lives smartly. He smokes cigarettes and never takes off his sunglasses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut like the water in a squirrel's bag, the path is always changing. As long as there are passenger trains running on the railway tracks, the squirrel's livelihood is not in danger...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a man named Ko Nay Myo Aye from Ushi Kone village, Nga Shin, who was a rich man. Ko Nay Myo Aye and his family had always been rich. They had fields and a farm. In addition to a herd of buffaloes and cows, they also owned a herd of goats. There were two mills in Ushi Kone. Their mills were more productive. His idea was that he would not become a rich man in Ushi Kone, but rather a good person to go to the city and become a movie star.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt (35) years old, he was a young man, a young man of great stature. It was this young man who was the first to fall in love with Ko Nay Myo Aye. The young ladies of Ushi Kone, Htan Koe Pin, Sithar Aye, and Supa Kyin all fell in love with him, so they started to think about him and started to think about him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Nay Myo Aye is about to become a member of the family that owns the Three Elephants Biscuit Factory in Pyaw Bwe. The family of the Yame Thin Ploen Shwe Seng family wants to place Ko Nay Myo Aye with their eldest daughter. The daughter of the Everett Drinking Water family, the doctor, will also be able to follow in his footsteps. The daughter of the Quality Store family, the teacher, Lat, will be able to follow in his footsteps.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Nay Myo Aye, who wants to be quiet, doesn't seem to be interested in anyone. Ko Nay Myo Aye doesn't seem to be interested in anything. He doesn't seem to be interested in the issue of repairing the village primary school, the annual recitation of the (18) Taungpye Pagoda vows, the provision of electricity to the entire village of Ushis Kone, the daily operation of his water machine, the work of the Ushis Kone village election commission, and the provision of water to the village.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day, Ko Nay Myo Aye had to go to the town. It was about four miles away, and since he had only a horse-drawn cart to ride, he got on a horse-drawn cart. Since he was a man who worked for the benefit of the village and was also wealthy, Ko Nay Myo Aye rode in any of the twelve horse-drawn carts in the village. The cart driver gave him a seat in the next room or the head room. Ko Kyauk Khe, Kyauk Ni, Ko Saw Win, Ko Ma Ji, Zaw Thet Htwe, whoever rode the horse-drawn cart, Ko Nay Myo Aye was welcome to come.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn Ko Nay Myo Aye's hand was a stack of papers with a list of tasks he would have to do when he arrived in the country. He would collect money from the fairgrounds, check the price of wood, go to the machine parts store, buy medicine for his father, and call a doctor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen their horse-drawn carriage arrived at the Zarat gate, the two passengers waved and stopped the carriage and got in. They thought they were guests from the village, a mother and son. When they arrived at the tea shop in the middle of the village, Nga Shin followed him, saying that he was also going to the city.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the way, I chatted with Ko Nay Myo Aye and the horse-drawn carriage driver Ko Watok. Nga Shin was listening, and the mother and son who had come up from the Zar Ka Tung also spoke to each other, and they drove along the beautiful horse-drawn carriage road. Among the things they talked about were the price of beans, the price of sesame. The price of hoof pain. The price of diesel. The fact that Manchester United lost the Premier League title this year.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs they entered the city, the horse-drawn carriage driver asked Nga Shin. “Where are you going, Ko Nga Shin?” Nga Shin replied, as the conductors of Yangon would say, “Khaing Shwe-wa, Dhamma-yoon, the gate.” He said he would follow the horse-drawn carriage to the end of the gate. 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The sun is high, I've been waiting for you every morning.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn front of the monastery, there were monks lined up under the tamarisk tree to receive alms. Sunanda was rude and didn't invite me. I was scolded because he had already gone to the monks' place and was showing everyone around.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI carefully put on my white linen robe and looked for the small copper rod and mace in my hand on the altar. I found only the mace and I didn't know where the copper rod was. Had the students taken it the night before and not put it back in its place? Did Sunanda want to \"trick\" me? I searched carefully and found it under the bed at the foot of the bed. This was someone's hand. I thought it was Sunanda's hand. Sunanda was always rude to me like this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLike every day. When I arrived under the tama tree, the five monks had already put on their robes and were standing in a row, each with their hands clasped in their hands. The abbot looked at me without saying anything. Behind this look, there was a whole series of meanings. He looked at me with a stick, if you are late like this in the next few days, I will punish you. It was a look of reprimand, a look of reprimand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe monks seemed to be enjoying the way I was being scolded and looked at. The monks smiled, and Venerable Sunanda smiled with great satisfaction. After a while, the monk said:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now, come...come\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Even though the monk spoke simply, I felt like there was a little bit of my own voice in my heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe little winds of the dawn of the new moon are running here and there. These little winds carry the sound of the clock tower of the monastery, \"It's five o'clock.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As we reached the north gate of the monastery, the five o'clock chime stopped. So, why were we late? As usual, we were on time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs we exited the north gate, Sunanda was about to play the brass drum as usual...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Adis, play the cymbal.” The monk said in a loud voice, without listening. Thut Thunanda is just a fool, a long-winded, and a cunning man. He is deliberately targeting me, I know. I immediately turned around and looked at him, “Look at him.” I scolded him and played the cymbal loudly, and the sound of the cymbal spread throughout the Wai Wai Lwin Lwin and Aung Dhu Wan neighborhoods. In my mind, I remembered Thunanda. I didn’t want to tell the monk that he was secretly reading novels and cartoons. What can I say, like a thief? I will definitely put this guy on a horse-drawn carriage and send him back to the village.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAung Du Wan Ward is also full of huts and houses where there are many artisans. There are two old one-story houses next to each other. The owners of the houses next to each other also don’t usually give alms. I can’t say where they go to make donations. “Arawong Traditional Medicine Shop” on the south side of Am Mae Road is where the teacher Daw Sein Oo gives alms. Yes, sir. Today is Tuesday, the teacher’s birthday. And the blacksmith also gives alms. Today is the only time in Aung Du Wan Ward that they give alms. Teacher Daw Sein Oo usually gives a spoonful of alms to Thu Thu Nanda for me. Some of the monks and nuns don’t consider me a person who plays the brass drum like me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen we got to school, we had to eat together at the same table, but sometimes I still wanted to carry the kyat like Thu Taw Sunanda. Thu Taw Sunanda owned the kyat. He didn't give me a turn. Who would want to play the brass drum every day? The brass drum is light. The longer the kyat is played, the more it gets worn out and the more it wears out. But when a dog barks in the village, isn't it the one who is the first to bark at the brass drum player? U Zin Pyone Nyo said that people who play the brass drum can become gods with good voices in the next life. If what U Zin Pyone Nyo said comes true, it won't be bad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe passed Aung Dhu Wan and arrived at the banana plantation. These plantations don't often offer alms. They offer them once every ten days. The uncle in the middle plantation is very special. They only offer alms once a year, in the early part of July. Don't look at the calendar on that day. It's a day of mourning for the whole country. The stok thak hen offers red alms. Right now, the bowls in the bowl are still empty.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe passed the banana plantation and stopped for a while at the northwest corner of Mya Taung Monastery. The monks from Dahatta, Shan, and Mone Ti Su to the east of our monastery, who were going to receive alms from the Dakha and Dakha women, and who were going to go to the city with us to receive alms, gathered here. The monks who had gone out with us when we left the monastery, the Dey Wun and Go Wein monks, who were going to receive alms from the Daw Wun and Go Wein, also separated from here and headed west.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, the monk said, \"Your Excellency, Adis.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is no need to say anything else. I will play the copper drum. It is a symbol that I will continue to receive alms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOur group of monks is now quite small. First up is me, then Sunanda, then the Sayadaw, then the U Pansin, and finally, Korin Baddiya, Korin Jotika, and Shin Paduma...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the Malun neighborhood, we used to go to the neighborhoods of Malun, Malun Put, Malun Onion, and Malun Chin. Malun is a Buddhist Burmese neighborhood where there are many traders. The old woman at the corner market was pouring alms. Since the market lady was old, I would often play the copper drum loudly when I got to the market. The old woman was a little deaf. The market lady's alms were white and often steamed. The alms were also fragrant.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eToday, the bean paste that started to take its place in the dishes was poured by the car wash lady. The way the bean paste was poured was very thick. There was only one thing to say about it: less oil. The highway car park poured fried rice. It is noteworthy that the eighth day of the waning moon of the month of Tabaung is the day when there are a lot of fried rice in the bowls. That day is the anniversary of the fire in the center of Mandalay. I think they are determined to overcome the disaster.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt the southern end of Malun Chintan, a house with a sign saying “Beware of Dogs” serves boiled beans. The boiled beans are made with a little oil. And the mother who sells tea and fried food in the market usually serves a bowl of rice and a bowl of rice. Today, she is serving chicken with bitter gourd. The monk likes it. Isn’t it said that the old man is good for the elderly?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom that house, we get more red rice. The house that sells water from a well on the corner of 33rd Street also has a rice dish with a rice dish of Nisabatta rice. Today, I am cooking fried rice. This lady seems to like fried rice very much. When the rice is in season, she often serves fried rice as a rice dish. It is fried with eggs and rice, ginger and garlic in the stomach. That is what we, the Baddiyas, like.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBefore the Mandalay fire, we were burning alms and food. Many of our Nisabhat alms-givers' houses were destroyed in this fire. Now, only a few alms-givers remain. Some have moved to places with clean water. After the fire, some no longer give Nisabhat alms but give as they should. New alms-givers are also increasing. There are not as many as before. The fire that took out the heart of Mandalay. Is it a small fire? Now, even with a new heart, what will it cost? This is not a small loss. The people who were burned are struggling to rise from the ashes. That is why we know that they are not able to give alms. Otherwise, there would be Burmese people, a people who are not far from the hands of the alms-givers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome people also say, \"The fire has spread, and people who used to live in one-story buildings now have two or three stories. People who used to live in two-story buildings now have three or four stories. This is a minority. Some are new people, people we didn't expect.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKhin Maung Win, who is breaking the law and is the most frequent customer of sour pork, cannot rebuild the building. Judging by the sign on his land that says “Investigation: Nyunt Wai San Tha, 32nd Street,” it seems that the land is about to be sold.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn special occasions, the Dakka Maggi, who would offer offerings of pork, pork trotters, and pickled leppan head, would take a deposit from the person who would be renting the house and build a house next door.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45574484754581,"sku":"","price":3600.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1997ced7-1677-4deb-9513-66b30eefe514.jpg?v=1730217875"},{"product_id":"ညိုထွန်းလူ-၀ထ္ထုတိုငါးပုဒ်","title":"Nyo Tun Lu - 5 short stories","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBlack man\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 villain of the heart\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The way she is dressed is shameless, shameful to the beholder. The dress is short and the length is only about a foot from the waist down. I think the shirt is wide and has no sleeves. It's just that she is not my family. I want to grab this innocent girl and hit her head twice.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn these two different voices, the massager, who was not far behind Ko Han's voice, said, \"Oh,\" but the sound of \"Oh\" came from me, the one being massaged. Ko Han was talking about a girl he had seen on the street, who was dressed in a revealing outfit, while massaging me. However, the feelings that were about to be stolen seemed to turn into anger as he spoke. His hands went faster than usual, and my legs hurt. It was a mistake to get a massage on a Tuesday like today. Ko Han, our trusted massage therapist, usually takes a break from massaging on Mondays and Fridays and goes to the girls he likes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he returns to massage duty on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, Saturday, his time, whether it is easy or difficult for his girlfriend, depends on whether he is comfortable or not. If it is easy, then it is okay to get a massage. If it is not, then the person being massaged is a Muslim. Therefore, if we are going to get a massage, we first check the calendar. Just like birthdays are not allowed on Fridays, and haircuts are not allowed on Mondays, we also avoid getting massages on Tuesdays and Saturdays as much as possible. Now, I didn't realize it and chose the wrong day. Is he taking out his anger on me, which stems from his discomfort with his girlfriend? The pain is unbearable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Press gently, Hanra, I can't take it anymore. It hurts,\" I apologized to him, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. As long as he was clear-headed, it wouldn't matter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aung Ma Massage Parlor, what are you going to do? You'll make a sound like this. He'll grab your thighs with his palms and rub them, pressing them together, and moving them apart, like this.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Like this... I like it, even if it's three thousand, I'll read it. Even if it's ten thousand... I'll take it and be honest, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs Ko Han spoke, his whole body became tingly and tingly with the massage techniques of the opposite sex. Ko Han's face also had a smile on it. It was different from before. His face was not happy with what. It was gloomy as if he was catching a worm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Does it hurt when you press so hard?\" The sound of a crackling sound made it twitch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm getting old. My muscles aren't as resilient as they used to be.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It only got worse when I said it was okay. My words made him angry. He forgot that he was seven years older than me. He didn't like talking about his age.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Do you think you're old at the age of fifty-four? Look at this Maung Han... Before, this body and this figure were Maung Han, now this body and this figure are Maung Han, what's the difference?\" I thought as I looked at him, his voice rustling and his nose blowing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI love getting massages. When I was young, my grandmother used to massage me, and she would also massage my thighs and calves. In this way, my mother, who had been listening to my grandmother massage and asked for massages, became addicted to massages. As I got older, I became less mobile and had low blood pressure. It was difficult to get around and sit down, so I relied on Ko Han. However, I couldn't call her whenever I wanted to get a massage. It cost 1,000 kyats per massage, and she massaged for an hour and a half, which was satisfactory, but since she didn't accept more than three people a day, I had to book her three days in advance, just like buying train tickets.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA good massage therapist can make the body feel warm and relaxed without causing pain. Ko Han is a good massage therapist. When he touches you with his hands, all the tense muscles relax. He is also good at being calm. The problem is that when his mind wants to be calm, he is calm, and when he wants to be calm, he is calm. When his mind is clear, his fingers that reach the massaged person move gently as if they are pressing piano keys, emitting a warm sensation. If he is angry, the taste of the massage is the opposite of the situation mentioned earlier. I am afraid that all the muscles will be torn apart, as if he has been scratched by the hawk's feet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery time I was massaged, I would scream loudly, and the person would become a real crow. Then he became angry and thought about how he should scream. I have one thing in pain, and being scolded is another, and the two are welded together and cause trouble. If it hurts too much... I would moan and groan. He also noticed that his massage had gradually decreased. He had relaxed a little. Ko Han liked a soft and gentle voice, so when he massaged hard, he would brake the “oh” sound and change it to a medium and slow tone. In any case, it was important to calm him down. Otherwise, it would be difficult if he was left without a warm feeling when he left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThey grew up in the same neighborhood, so they didn't know about him. Dark skin. A little tall and strong. However, the good body proportions are made ugly by the hunched back. The shape of the head on that body is also rare. It looks like a long, flat iron bowl. The nose is flat. The mouth is open. The face is slightly concave and the forehead protrudes slightly forward. Ko Han, who has a good appearance due to his life's fortune, is not a good-looking person. However, he is not a cruel person. He is honest and good-natured. He also has small beauty features.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45574486786197,"sku":"","price":1080.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_e400d13a-5bb6-446f-a163-8411fc20dfc9.jpg?v=1730218105"},{"product_id":"စောဦး-၀ထ္ထုတိုငါးပုဒ်","title":"Saw Oo - 5 short stories","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFree man\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 \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat day, the two of us were walking along a dirt path dug near the foot of the prison wall, chatting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSection 5 prisoners were still relatively free at that time, but the restrictions were not yet over... As long as they did not try to climb over the prison wall, as long as they did not break the bars of the prison with a saw, they were allowed to walk freely within the prison compound, talk to each other, climb the banyan tree, (yes, there is a tall banyan tree within the prison compound, and reaching the top of that tree is a great privilege. The younger Section 5 children and the older Section 5 prisoner, Thakin Phonyay U Nana, used to climb the top of the banyan tree every evening and observe the beautiful girls on the street with a mirror.) The right to play cards (which is practiced by those imprisoned for misusing public property). The right to sing, play football, do anything they like, whether alone or with others. It's a time when you can have the opportunity to work together, even in groups.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is still one thing left. There is still no standard system for bathing. It is still possible to take a full bath and wash clothes and do laundry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Pe Aung and I were fellow Section 5 inmates, the same age, and even though we were in the same cell, we were also in the same group called “Maes” in prison parlance, so we had a close bond even though we only met in prison. Ko Pe Aung had been in prison for almost a year before me, so I had the opportunity to learn from Ko Aung the incomplete knowledge I had about prison.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI remembered that day was the eve of Thingyan. On the other side of the prison wall, from the military police barracks, I could hear the sound of pots and pans being banged. Children were also playing with sticks and sticks in the air.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe both talked and came to the prison hospital. Looking out from an upper-floor window, I saw a man who was about 60 years old and was the only one who had ever been in prison. I remembered that I had not even completed a year of prison life. I looked at the face of a man who had a big face on the eve of my departure. His forehead was wrinkled and his cheeks were already sunken, and his pale eyes were like rain about to fall, as if they had not seen us. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“How are you, Uncle Htun?” Ko Pe Aung greeted us. However, he didn't hear our voices because they sounded different.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After Ko Pe Aung lit his dead cigar...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I won't tell this old man anything,\" he said, his voice never ending...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Why wouldn't you say something?\" I asked, starting to question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e By that time, we had arrived at the base of the mango tree where we usually sat, so the two of us went in and sat down, each lighting a cigarette to create a thick cloud of smoke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (2)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't mention the gun, what are they afraid of when they can even carry their own staff?\" Ko Pe Aung continued.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Pe Aung was referring to the personal life of Ba Gyi Tun, whom we had met earlier, so I, who did not yet know the full story of Ba Gyi Tun, listened intently without interrupting Ko Pe Aung's words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBa Kyi Tun is from the same village as Ko Pe Aung. He is 62 years old, has no children, and his wife, Daw Thita, works in the rice fields with her grandmother. He is a good farmer in the village. Because of his integrity, the union has appointed him as the treasurer of the village farmers. Ko Pe Aung is the secretary. That is all I know. Ko Pe Aung continued to explain his words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Grandpa often says thank you to you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Why?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You saved his life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he first arrived at the prison, he was suffering from malaria. He was old and had a sick child, so he had to stay in the prison for 5 days on the floor. The day he came to us, he fell ill around midnight. I prepared a mixture of palm leaves and cloves, which I had prepared according to the medicine I had memorized, and I gave him a strong dose of salt and pepper. The next evening, he became a good person. Since there were only young people in our prison, Ba Kyi Tun, who wanted to live in a dormitory, was moved to the old prison hospital, Lu Shin, about 5 days later. Not only Ko Pe Aung and I, but the whole prison, took care of Ba Kyi Tun and encouraged him to be happy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"As long as you get what you pay for, there's no need to be grateful. Be positive... eat well, sleep well, take care of your health. That's all that matters right now,\" I replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Mind... old man Luther was a very strong-willed old man. He never said a word to me about the fact that my mother was sick and left behind a child. He never did anything wrong in his life. Everything he did was right, according to his beliefs.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is he really rude to the union?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"He often says that the union is his life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Does he support the land revolution?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“The old man was a peasant 50 years ago, and he is a peasant now that he has been arrested. His father was a peasant. His grandfather was a peasant. Where would he be without supporting the land revolution? His life is the sword and bloodstone of his faith. The enemies are not afraid of his strength, they are afraid of his faith and his knowledge...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The fist of faith and the walls of prison cannot be broken.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Even tanks and mortars cannot destroy it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Bombers are free to fly.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The old man is a giant.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis passion for justice was stronger than armored cars and sharper than bullets, so where would he use his swords? He understood that life was no longer a commodity to be spared here.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Pe Aung was looking up at the prison hospital in front of him. His lips, which were already thin, were so tightly pressed together that even the teeth inside were almost protruding.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Uncle Htun is a real person,” I concluded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Some people are not as strong-willed as him, Ko Soe Myint,” Ko Pe Aung said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mangoes were falling one by one near us.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I've noticed it a little bit too. 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Although they were called friends, they were not the kind of friends that one would become friends with by chance. They were friends because they wanted to be friends with Ma Joe and became friends with him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Mi and Ma Mi's friend, Daw Tin Tin Cho, who was also the English teacher who taught Thet in her first year of medical school, walked her to the classroom, but her steps were shaky as she passed through the crowd of students.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“That’s him.” “That’s him.” “That’s him.” Thet’s head slowly tilted as she heard her name in the male voices. Thet, who is also known as Thet, the daughter of Daw Khin Myo Chit, a gynecologist and obstetrician, had been the talk of the town ever since she was first posted on the university entrance exam board because of her parents’ honor and her beautiful and interesting name. Even though Aunty Cho introduced her to Mimi Khaing Tun, the daughter of a colonel, and put her in her place, she still didn’t dare to look up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ronba Wan, Ronba Wan,” the students outside shouted, and Ma Joe was standing alone at the entrance of the room. It was like his first experience, and he was still embarrassed and nervous, and he felt surprised and pitied her for coming alone. He stood with a cold face among the shouting students, looking around the room. He must be looking for a place. The left benches were full because the left benches were close to the door, and the classrooms on the right were closed. He crossed the classrooms in a normal manner and went to the right benches.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe students' screams grew louder. The older students sitting in the back seats banged their desks like drums in a marching band.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We are brave... we Burmese... we are brave,\" they chanted in unison.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe sat down calmly in the empty space, looking at the students with one eye. There was no sign of deliberate disdain on his face. There was no pretentiousness or pretentiousness that sought fame. There was no sign of a woman's pride. He was just walking into and out of the classroom every day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"That's Ronambawan, my dear.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mimi Khaing Tun whispered to Thet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is that him, Khin Lay Nwe?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When my friend, a teacher from a small town, Daw Khin Thi Thi, came to visit me last month,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“A kid named “Khin Lay Nwe” from our school has entered the Mandalay MC as number one. I will meet my daughter Thet. Please give Thet the help she needs.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I've been impressed by Khin Lay Nwe ever since he said that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Sithi’s school is a rural school, right? Since it’s number one, even my daughter is “Zawti” Kyaw. I think the tuition in Thithi’s town is very good. Or maybe this girl went to school in Yangon and Mandalay and then went back to the rural area.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At the end of Mom's speech, Aunt Daw Khin Thi Thi laughed approvingly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“There is no tuition in Thitaw town yet, my dear. Those who have graduated are just doing business. The tutors in the big city have not yet set their sights on their town. Or, my dear, my students don’t even buy notes, textbooks, or special editions. There are some who go to school every three or four months. My dear, my\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"That's great,\" I muttered to myself, even though I don't think much of others when it comes to schoolwork.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He earned five honors, over five hundred marks, and the number one seat at Mandalay University of Medicine, based on the lessons he learned at school.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince Thet was in eighth grade, a separate teacher was called in to give her multi-language tutoring at home. Her mother herself made a schedule for studying, sleeping, going to school, and rest time, and she supervised her child.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNot only Thet, but also her younger sister Thet Wai Kyaw, who is now in ninth grade, and Thet Aung Htun, an eighth grader. Thet's mother made sure that everything they wanted to eat and everything they wanted was delivered to their study table without any delay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince the seventh grade, Mom has stopped going to the clinic and has focused solely on her children's education. That's why Mom's friends say that she lives only for her children.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daddy's business, which included a rice mill, an oil mill, and a bus, allowed him to pursue his passion without any worries.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e * * *\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next day, Thet came to the seat where Ma Jo was sitting. Ma Mi often said that she would become better if she was with someone better than her. At that time, Thet knew that the Khin Lay family was Ronamba Wan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We'll sit here.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe looked up from where he was reading the book and stood outside the seat. He just went inside and sat down again and continued reading the book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"That's why he's so good. Even on the first day of school, I think he's studying, and when I look at the book he's reading, it's like a puzzle.\" A novel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"My name is Thet Tuir, you are my cousin.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Even after five or ten minutes, he didn't look at me or say anything, just kept reading the book. So, Thet Myint started to make friends with Thet Myint, who was very friendly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe mumbled without interest. Some people would just introduce themselves as Thet Tur Phu and say, “Isn’t this Dr. Daw Khin Myo Chit’s daughter?” and get all excited. He probably thought it was just a common name. Maybe he didn’t really know the famous Thet Tur Phu.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We'll sit here later.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Okay, come sit down, there's no one there.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Never talked to him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Auntie Thithi told Thet, I’ll tell Mommy in the evening, that I’ve become friends with Khin Lay Nwe.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He smiled at Thet and said, “All our friends call us Ma Joe.” “Then I’ll call Thet too.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Joe nodded to Thet. From that day on, Thet and Ma Joe became friends.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45578102898837,"sku":"","price":2700.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_e4c554bf-08be-41f1-8c12-2c34d03b598a.jpg?v=1730218491"},{"product_id":"စိန်စိန်-ရှုမ၀မဂ္ဂဇင်း၀ထ္ထုတိုများ၃","title":"Sein Sein - Shumawa Magazine Short Stories (3)","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDonation from Ma Aye Sein\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\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\"The school water-pouring ceremony is accompanied by the monk's ordination,\" the news was being shared with joy from every household in the Anyasu neighborhood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll serve you some rice and some snacks,\" the people who wanted to eat and drink happily continued to say.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The Diamond Party is still in peace...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYoung men and women, yearning for pleasure, happily spread the news to each other, unable to speak enough or hear enough.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The time was... during the Japanese war, during a brief lull in the war. The place was... in Anyasu Ward, 6-mile compound, Kamayut, Yangon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt seems like a rule among Buddhist Burmese people that when they make a donation, they do so quietly, with a dry, unwelcome attitude.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen it comes to donating money to build a school for a monk, they don't want to finish it even though the school has been completed and the monk has been attending for a week. They still want to hold a water-pouring ceremony for the school and a ceremony to invite the monks to the school. It is a Burmese custom that they are satisfied with a small event such as a donation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is possible to assume that this is the attitude of the ancient sages who never left their hands to give alms. However, it is sometimes encountered that the feasting and feasting are dominated by the joy of eating and drinking rather than praising, and it can only be said that it is a custom that humans naturally desire. However, it is only a way to show that people who do good deeds, fill their stomachs, and make their minds happy cannot give up their stubborn character.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven though they are going to hold a school inauguration ceremony, the school is not a huge brick building. It is not a two-story school with a corrugated iron roof. It is not a small school with thorny bushes and bamboo shoots. It is not a spacious one-story school.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe actual school... was just a small school with a thatched roof, bamboo walls, and wooden floors. It was like a small waso tent that monks used to build and donate for waso in his time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe person who built the school was Sayadaw U Ottama Sara, who was well-known in the country for his religious work. The person who donated the school was the ward leader, the Sayadaw's cousin, U Lun Ram, a great benefactor. U Lun Ram led the construction as a community project, so it was just a small school for the benefit of the villagers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause the Mu Su Pe Su volunteers kept asking for a water pouring festival, saying that they wanted to hold a water pouring festival for this community welfare, the village leader, U Lun Ram, had to give in to the monks and not the Buddha. He had to organize a water pouring festival for the community as a public welfare.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe school was named Sujanakari School and the neighborhood was called Aung Chantha. The story of how the school came to be in that neighborhood is also a timely one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDuring the great era of war... when nothing was stable, a group of relatives from Kamaryut farm took in a monk who had come from the upper reaches and built a tent for him to stay in for a week. It was inside the farm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen it was impossible to distinguish between death and life, Sayadaw U Uttamasara patiently stayed with the intention of honoring his relatives and friends on their journey. He ate food from his relatives, preached the Dhamma, and taught them, and spent the entire Lent in the service of the Buddha.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter the rains had stopped, enemy planes would come in droves. They would bomb Rangoon and its surroundings. The cold military base became hot and active. Then the military department in the city would take over the forest land and evict the people living in the land. No one could refuse the military order. They had to demolish their own houses and move to the vacant land they had been assigned.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the Daks moved, the monastery was left behind. It was impossible for them to carry their own monastery on their backs like the monks on a puppet show, so Maung Pu and his family had to dismantle the monastery, load it on a cart, and leave the area.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the northern U-Yan was taken over, all the people living in the compound moved, some to the west, some to the south. The abbot's extended family moved to the southern compound, so the monk, who was dependent on the laypeople, also followed the laypeople.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePeople build their own houses and live in them. But monks cannot build their own houses and live in them. The monk thought that this was different from the monks on the puppet stage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe monk on the puppet stage said, \"I don't want to live in your land of fortune... I'm confused, I'm going to move to Inwa.\" His student carried his backpack and moved. If he crossed a tree, he would reach Inwa. When he arrived, the student who had carried his backpack just sat down. How easy is that?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn my case, it's just thatched roofs, poles, bamboo slats, and walls that I've loaded with carts, so I can't do anything. People have to build their own houses, find food and drink, and no one has any free time. They shouldn't bother with the temples, they should live in harmony.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is no need to spend money on hiring a carpenter to build it. Since King Indra's Vandakambala will not be built for me, the Visutyun deva will not come and build a monastery that is ready in a moment. What should I do in this situation?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The monk, who had traveled all over the world, looked at the image of a tree and bamboo and thought.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe has local knowledge. He is also full of scripture knowledge. He also understands the situation of the time and place. He does not want to cause trouble to himself or others, and if he were to go somewhere else, then these Daka Daka women would be sad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI thought, \"If there is a way for you to live comfortably and not be tired, it would be good.\" I thought, and then I looked for a place to live. In the old days, I saw people living in empty houses like creatures that had come from the sea. I thought, \"If I could live like this, it would be good.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNot far from the Dayakas, there was a small English building, deserted. There were no locked doors, and it looked as if someone had taken it away. However, thinking, \"It's only temporary,\" he took the building and went to school with a good grade.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Your monk is very modern,” the monks praised. When their friends, monks, came to visit, they would say, “Your monk’s house is a beautiful place.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Some skeptics say, \"Is it because the monk is visiting the English continent without knowing the Buddha?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe monk was not there, the Englishman had fled. I don't know where he is. I don't know whether he is dead or alive. The houses and the buildings are all in ruins. If workers, coolies, hired workers, and ordinary people can still live on whatever buildings they find, why can't someone like me?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe monk, who understood the times and the local situation, boldly climbed onto the English Continent and ruled over it. To show that the monk was a monk, he had written the word “school” in both Japanese and Burmese characters above the stairs. Now, who wants to say anything? Isn’t it a school? If a monk lives there, it must be a monastery, according to the Vasanattha... On the upper floor, there was a Buddha image, a bookcase with the scriptures, and students were taught, worshipped, and played the brass zither.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn this way, he lived peacefully and happily throughout the winter and summer. Although he was peaceful, he did not escape the sound of sirens, the sound of airplanes, and the sound of bombs. He even escaped the sound of bombs and machine guns.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's all good, sir,\" the teacher commented, \"even though I had to move out of the barnyard, it's still a good place for me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's right. There's just a bamboo hut there. This place... is a brick building built by the English, the fugitives and the Daks. It's clean and spacious. I'm still happy to be here. I hope that Maung Pu won't disturb me here. I thought I'd stay longer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, that assumption was incorrect. After a summer, Maung Pu and his friends arrived. They were not from the military, but from the post-war support company. They were taking over every good place by pointing fingers. After seeing the building where the monk lived, they were impressed and ordered to occupy it. They asked to move to another place, but they were still grateful for the initiative.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey were allowed to arrange the date without being evicted immediately. The 3rd day of the first lunar month of Waso was the last day. The school had not yet been built, and there was no more support building, so at 12 o'clock that day, the students and the monks carried all the school furniture, including the literature and the scriptures, and set them aside for a while to stay overnight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHmm... Moo Pa and Moo Pa, in their old lives, were they the forest officials who ordered the felling of the forest that was full of trees? That's why they thought it was a conspiracy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The monk thought this while sitting with a sheet of paper spread out beside the piled books and school furniture.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45578110107797,"sku":"","price":4750.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_2dd5dff4-46f6-477a-909d-21196b6072f3.jpg?v=1730218942"},{"product_id":"စိန်စိန်-ရှုမ၀မဂ္ဂဇင်း၀ထ္ထုတိုများ၂","title":"Sein Sein - Shumawa Magazine Short Stories (2)","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBeautiful new day\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When she stood in front of the Inspaktaw U Aung Din, Nwe's face grew even more pale. I knew how much anxiety was burning inside her. It seemed that even her two legs, which supported her entire body, were about to give way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNwe stood leaning against the table in front of him. Her hair was falling down her forehead. A small strand of hair, about an inch long, was tied in a bun, and her shoulders were covered with a thin layer of hair. Her pale skin, her sharp nose, her thick eyebrows, and her long eyelashes were all in harmony with her beauty. If only her big brown eyes were bright and moist, and her plump, unpigmented lips were filled with a smile, how much more charming and open would Nwe's beauty be?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy heart was beating softly with compassion. I was also anxiously waiting to see what kind of 'answer' U Aung Din would give.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nwe.. Nwe.. Nwe, a young writer who is only 23 years old. I can still hear the words she said late last night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father is intelligent. He has a good imagination. He is always inventing. He is happy when he is busy with his work. His main job is a car repair shop. But he also repairs radios, phonographs, hand-operated machines, and bicycles. He also designs and builds motorcycle bodies. Among his works, there is even a double-decker motorcycle. He also asked his students to help him build it himself. When this motorcycle was built, the people in Nwe's village couldn't stop praising him. Nwe's family was also very happy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere aren't many families. Mom, Dad, Nwe, my younger sister, Kyew, and Dad, my older sister, that's all.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmong them, my father is the one I love the most. My father understands me. When I go on a long trip, whether it is to Yangon or a city outside of the city, my younger sisters will ask me what I want. My mother doesn't ask me for anything because she is afraid of having to buy it for me or causing trouble. However, when my father comes back, they don't have all the things they need, but they always buy things for their eldest daughter and the food items that my mother likes, so my mother and younger sisters often make fun of me and say, \"I love my eldest daughter.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"At times like this, the family feels sad again. Not only do they not love me, they don't even seem to like the fact that my father loves me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's so heartbreaking to think about it. But Nwe loves everyone, so if they knew, they would be sad, so she kept all her sorrows to herself, so that they wouldn't know.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDuring school holidays, my mother and my younger sister like to go out and watch movies. They don't invite me. I'm left at home with a pile of unfinished chores. I don't get bored doing housework because I have to do my usual chores. I don't have time to go out because I'm so busy with my work. But I'm sad that they don't ask me to come with them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, my father, who was never lazy, would only send me movies to watch more than three times a year, saying, \"Daughter, if you're going to say that this movie is really good, you're going to be left behind by the next generation. Let's go see it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn important days, if you want to observe the Sabbath with your elder brother, you usually have to do the household chores a day in advance and go with him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNwe has been helping her older sister in the kitchen and dining room since she was about ten years old. By the time Nwe was about 15, the kitchen and household chores had become almost a chore, and she had reached a point where she had to help her older sister.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mentally retarded child also has to pay attention to schoolwork. In the short time that he has to spend, he can read foreign newspapers. My father always buys a women's journal and two magazines for me. Those reading times are the most satisfying moments in my life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, to make a long story short, the year I graduated from seventh grade, my father died of a stomach ulcer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the Nwe family, except for Nwe, there are only those who are good at what they do and who are good at using things, so they have furniture worthy of a fortified house, and they can wear beautiful clothes and move around freely, so there is no leftover material or clothing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut Ma Mae Ho is an amazing woman. She ran the car repair shop with her father's former students and continued to operate it. She knew the market for everything related to cars, from small parts to car bodies and equipment. She managed it. So even though the income was not as good as it was when my father was there, the family didn't have to worry about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy grandmother, who is fond of gardening, has been growing more and more flowers and vegetables from her garden and selling them to help support her family's expenses. My daughter, who is also the eldest daughter, has a lot of responsibility, so she helps her mother at work and with her grandmother's garden in her free time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is the only shame I have for failing 9th grade for 2 years straight... How much did you have to hurt your mother... As a widow, I feel so bad that my daughter-in-law wasted all the work that my mother had done. Besides, as the eldest daughter, my daughter-in-law should be a role model for her younger sisters. Now, it has become a family tradition that the eldest and the prettiest is my daughter-in-law.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNwe felt sorry for herself, but she was proud of her younger sister |. Nwe had to sit for the second year of the 9th grade exam, and she had to sit for the same exam as Nwe, who had just come after her. Nwe had failed for two years, but her younger sister, Nwe, not only passed the exam but also came out with honors in both subjects. My younger sister, Kywe, also came second in the class in the 7th grade. They are such cute girls.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo Nwe was debating whether or not to continue studying in the third year. In the end, although she felt sorry for her mother, she had to make a firm decision to continue this year because it would be difficult to find a job if she did not pass the 9th grade.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis year, I spent the whole day at home, preparing food for my mother and sisters, preparing food for the children, and cooking food for the children, but I couldn't stop myself from going to school. Sometimes I would walk to Thanakha and rub my hands and continue to attend night school. After night school, I would memorize the exam papers until midnight, thinking that if I didn't pass the exam this year, I wouldn't be able to do it later than midnight. I would wake up before 5 am and do homework and do a whole cycle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe talented Nwe has been working so hard since the beginning of the year that she has passed the ninth grade. The talented younger sister, Thaw, has passed the tenth grade with honors in physics. The rich one has also passed the eighth grade and is now in the ninth grade.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, I hope that it will help send my younger sister to university, so I can find a job. Let's just say it's lucky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Just before the school day, Nwe started working at the office. Nwe could save 15 kyats a month for her own expenses and give it all to her mother, and then she could breathe a sigh of relief.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI get up earlier than usual to do household chores, cook and prepare rice for myself, pour water quickly, rub the thanakha without looking at the mirror, leave the house before the thanakha dries, and tie my hair with a ribbon while walking, but I don't complain. As the eldest daughter, that's all she should do.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd even though I only have to do this kind of work in the morning, I can also rest and recharge at night. If I can go to bed early at night and read the magazines and books I bought with my own money, I can call it a satisfying and comfortable life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut... But I've been content with my life for less than a year. Fate has come with a bang, and I can't build a stable foundation anymore...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They say that my family is different.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter my father passed away, my older brother and I shared a room. My three younger sisters had always shared a room. Now that my younger sister had gone to university, only my younger sister and I were left with the same room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut when Nwe insisted, “I want to live alone in a room,” everyone was dissatisfied. Kyi Thet said, “This girl has been living with her sister all her life and is just breaking up now. I can’t tell if she has a boyfriend or not. I’ll send her to her mother’s house and I’ll sleep in the back room like before. She’ll live as she pleases.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“My mother also said, ‘In a house where there are only women because there are no men, it’s not right for us to sleep in separate rooms. If my daughter-in-law comes to sleep with me, I’ll sleep soundly and soundly.’”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nwe said, \"No... I'll sleep alone. I'll sleep in the back room, but Mi Nwe will go sleep with me.\" So they all looked down on Mi Nwe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFinally, Mom and Dad swapped rooms and gave their two-person room to Nwe. The three of them were moving around in the three-person room where Nwe was staying. They were so busy moving around that they were arguing about whether they would get a \"cat\" for nothing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe problem became even more serious when the summer school was closed and Thaw returned. In fact, if Mi Thaw slept in Nwe's room, it would be over. Nwe kept saying, \"No one can come to Nwe's room,\" and Yi Yi Thet and Thaw had to go down to the apartment downstairs to sleep, only to be scared. So every night, Yi Yi Thet would start to scold Mi Thaw.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlso, regarding food and drink, he insisted, \"I can't take responsibility for the kitchen. I'm too tired. I'll take over this responsibility completely. I'll just do the farming.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo even when the elder brother took over the cooking, Nwe still didn't eat properly. He would take his breakfast and dinner with him, close the door to his room, and eat alone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI also made mistakes at work and when I got angry, I would take leave and say I didn't want to do it anymore. When I got home, I would just close the door and sleep...\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45578110599317,"sku":"","price":4750.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_39763341-dc58-4050-af5c-73868d9e6322.jpg?v=1730218958"},{"product_id":"စမ်းစမ်းနွဲသာယာ၀တီ-သတင်း၀ထ္ထုနှင့်အခြား","title":"San San Nwe (Tharawaddy) - News and more","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNews (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Have you written my latest news yet?” My eyes widened at the unexpected question. I felt the teacher, Daw Khin Myo Chit, who had been lightly gripping my fingertips, tighten her grip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... try, tell me. I'm asking. Have you finished writing my latest news?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Aunt Daw Khin Myo Chit's personality is just like that. She is quick-tempered, quick-witted, intelligent, and always quick to solve a problem. Even if we are being stubborn, she is not impatient.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBeing scolded like this made me decide with my eyes closed how to respond.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I wrote it... I wrote it, Auntie, it's ready.” “Okay... good, then you're a good journalist. The deadline is still a long way off, Auntie. Don't discuss this. If you answer me, you're a weak person. Okay... okay, it's ready, you hear? Leave the date and time blank. Okay?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI felt \"sorry\". The teacher sitting next to me, \"San Tyu Maung\", was so teary-eyed that he hid his face with his hands and quickly got up to leave.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was also desperately thinking of something to break out of this situation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt the end of the day, the audience at the charity event was eating, drinking, talking, and enjoying themselves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was a donation ceremony for the ordination of their grandson, Maung Maung Win (son of Dr. Khin Maung Win and Daw Khin Nyunt Yi), by U Khin Maung Lat and Daw Khin Myo Chit. They invited a few relatives and friends to a large banquet hall at the Sun Lun Gu Yeiktha Monastery in Taung Okkalapa and served alms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough it was a small donation, “Shwe La Min” treated over a hundred fans to butter rice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAunt Daw Khin Myo Chit, who used to roam around the audience wearing Kachin long-sleeved and golden-colored clothes and smiling brightly at the Htamanai festival last year, can now lie down comfortably on a bed in a suitable place, thanks to a donation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince we can no longer receive guests as we used to, the guests come to the bed where Aunty is lying to greet her. They encourage her. They offer offerings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The charity event had a small audience from the literary world. Auntie's health probably prevented her from inviting everyone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was a special event where we saw a full complement of our former political colleagues, U Khin Maung Latt and Aunty.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have been seeing the writer Thakin Aung Gyi, whom we call General Aung Gyi, for a long time. The General (who has been called that since our journalistic days) is donating dessert. The writer (Daw) Ma Myat Lay also contributed dessert merit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sponsors of this donation event for the monks and nuns, Dr. Khin Maung Win and Daw Khin Nyunt Yi, were the family of former captain Daw Hla Than (Dai Khin Khin Ma Hla Than).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen it was time to listen to the water drop sermon, Aunty was getting ready to go to the almshouse where she would listen to the sermon. She could not walk, so she had to be carried. Bo Nyi Pu (78 years old), who was carrying Aunty, who was 73 years old, was also ready to help. But Baba stopped her. When he said, “This is where I will focus my attention,” Aunty obeyed. “Yes... yes,” she said, and fell back on the bed, falling asleep. Although Aunty was always with Ma Phyu, who was taking care of her, I also decided to wait for Aunty.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy wife and I are survived by our very dear aunt, Thakin Ohn Myint (Progress Ohn Myint).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A person named Thakin Ohn Myint recently reported on a letter written by General Aung San in the “Sanpae Phyu Magazine”.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWaiting next to my aunt, I was able to take note of the ancient relics. The old man, who was over 70 years old, was surprisingly light and agile in jeans, walking shoes, a bag, and reading glasses tied around his neck with a string.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is a person who strives to the best of his ability with a sincere desire to accurately record history, to leave behind a precise and solid record.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I know everything about how many people worked, held, stayed, and sat at General Aung San’s house. Ask me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Auntie, who was dazed on the edge of the bed, began to stir.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ko Lat and my sister know very well how socialism and the Socialist Party first emerged in Burma. Ask them.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Aunty held out her arms. She slowly adjusted her posture and sat down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Why do you want to bring up the past so much, Thakin Ohn Myint?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat does Auntie mean? Although I can't grasp it, I see a \"light\" in Auntie's eyes. A \"light\" that can clearly see the past that I have lived through with confidence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That \"light\" that temporarily washes away the signs of aging and illness carries a kind of charm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was reminded of a speech by Ruskin (translated by Mya Than Tint).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A woman's face is at its most beautiful when she recalls a pleasant and fruitful past.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAunty would join in with Mr. Ohn Myint, who was explaining the colonial revolution and the underground revolution in detail, while he was explaining the past in detail. Since he couldn't say much, he would say one or two words at a time, and then, after he had finished speaking, Aunty, who was often exhausted, would be tricked into changing the subject and lying down on the bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Well... I first encountered this Dhamma here thirty years ago. It was thanks to the grace of the monk Bo Thein Swe,” he said, raising his hands and looking towards the benefactor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was at the Sun Lun monastery where he began practicing Vipassana meditation that he ordained his grandson as a monk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy grandson, Maung Maung Win, a student at the Institute of Technology, is now ordained as “U Yanya Wunsa.” Dr. Khin Maung Win, the first monk, will also be officially ordained for ten days with his son, the first monk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile concentrating on charity, moral virtue, and meditation, Auntie extended her hand. I still held it tightly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You...be a good journalist. Don't cry, don't laugh, see the truth. Record accurately and write the news. Do you hear?\" I didn't want to hear it, but I had to answer \"yes.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“In foreign countries, big newspapers have basements. They keep brief notes on the deaths of famous people. They only leave the date and time blank for the latest news. The basement where these records are kept is called a “morgue.” Haha… haha.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven though I was feeling hot and bothered, Auntie was calm and smiling as she spoke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"When a major figure is reported to be ill, the reporter has to prepare the latest news about that person from the morgue. We often have to investigate the news of a dead person. Haha... Haha, don't be too optimistic when reporters come to ask for news. I'm always curious to know when the \"Kyw\" will be released. It's easier to \"Kyw\" before the newspaper closes the form. If you \"Kyw\" after the form closes, you have to delete the forms that have already been submitted. Okay. Okay... That's it...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Oh... Before I can write that kind of news, I have to try out many of the novels you asked me to write. I have to write novels about the married lives of famous women, and the lives of the household gods who have married famous women. I will write the order. Think about that.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Cool... yes, cool...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAuntie fell asleep for a moment. Then, without opening her eyes, she spoke slowly with her lips parted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I wonder if you'll feel better if you eat. If you feel better, I'll take you to Khin Win Thing's house.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I heard that the art teacher, Khin Win, knows. \"Let's go, Auntie.\"\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45580485820565,"sku":"","price":4085.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_6cf18641-78c1-4704-949e-77720380bddd.jpg?v=1730219546"},{"product_id":"ငြိမ်းကျော်-အလွမ်းရွှေရတု၀ထ္ထုများ","title":"Nyein Kyaw - Golden Jubilee Stories","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe ending scene\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe steps I was about to take stopped abruptly. When I couldn't find the person I had been looking for, I couldn't find the person I had been looking for. When I had hoped, when I had remembered, when I had longed for, I had never seen even a glimpse of his face. I had already locked him away in my mind. I had forgotten about him. When I said that I had left no trace of my old life, I had to face him again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe probably had the same thoughts as me. He probably wanted to jump like me because of the chance meeting. He probably wanted to be happy. However, just like me, his eyes, which were fixed on me without blinking, seemed to be dominated by worry. So I tried to calm myself down. I continued walking. I had to put a smile on my lips.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen his steps came straight towards me. He stopped a hand's distance away and lowered his eyes. Then he looked back and smiled. He was pale and weak. He looked timid. \"Brother... Please forgive me, Nyein.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I can't speak, I feel bad inside. But he's waiting for my answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I already forgave you before you apologized, Nyein.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I was wrong, Nyein. I never expected to hear such words from you in my life. Well, they are just like father and mother, and they can't mature anymore.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“That’s why it’s okay. It’s inevitable that we’ll grow up and we’ll want to. I always listen to Nyein’s news. When Nyein and Ko Myint Aung got married, I tried to come. I couldn’t come because I didn’t know the date or the place of the wedding. Nyein’s family didn’t trust me. They were afraid that Nyein would come to our wedding and make a fuss.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSoe was also worried. He kept the secret a secret. Because three years before the wedding, I had written to him, “If Nyein marries, I will hand over all the documents I have written to the groom. If I cannot have Nyein, then no one will have Nyein in this life.” I had also said this repeatedly in my own words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, more than a year after my marriage, he got married. I thought of attending the wedding with a sense of forgiveness, and when I asked around his family, they made a fuss. I didn't know anything more than that the man he was going to marry was Ko Myint Aung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“And when Nyein gave birth, I asked her to come and ask for news. She didn’t come because she didn’t know anything. Besides, the baby is healthy.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now that I'm healthy, it's very unlikely that I'll give birth prematurely.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If you need any medicine, write to me. What are you taking?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's Vitazone.\" \"If it's hard to buy, I'll order it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Sometimes you can't buy something, the store just runs out of it, it's okay, don't worry about it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No, peace, you can't find trouble if you look for it. You only find it when you're not looking for it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The peaceful face fell.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I know, brother, everyone knows how much trouble I've been in.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis voice seemed to have been drowned out. He had wasted his time, his money, his people, and his life. My friends were suffering just like me. At that time, I ran away from the faith I believed in, the friends I had been with, and I was looking for him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the fierce fighting and the increasingly dire situation unfolded, I frantically searched for him. I pretended not to hear the explosions and hurried to where he was. When the souls of some of my friends were scattered, I kept guessing where his body was, listening to the sound of the crackling sound. It was as if everything was considered less important than him, less valuable than him, and less important than him. Whatever I said,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am not angry, I am a demon. I am a demon. A husband is not possessed by a witch, but I don't know, but a wife is indeed possessed by a witch, and now I know with shame.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"But, brother, I want to tell you something, it's true that I didn't intentionally want to hurt you, and I was unfaithful. I can't even imagine what happened to my feelings, brother.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI didn't understand why he said he couldn't think, but I understood why I couldn't think. I trusted him completely, saying there was nothing he could do to help. So his parents followed him moment by moment.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey will marry soon, and there are still many plans for the future. The school is closed indefinitely, so the news of the kidnapping has not yet spread in the school or in our town, so they say that they will have to come back without losing their temper. They will marry in the next few months before the school opens. They also said that after the wedding, both of them should continue to study.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis parents and my parents talked about these things. At the end of the conversation, my parents looked at Nyein with eyes that neither urged nor opposed him. Nyein looked at me. I said, “Nyein, I agree.” Then Nyein nodded to his mother, indicating that he would go. His mother told Nyein to get his clothes. Nyein said that he would not take them all, but that he would come and get some of them tomorrow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI reached into the wardrobe. I took out the marriage contract I had signed with him over a month ago and handed it to Nyein. Nyein shook his head with a confused look.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Brother, take it, why should I take it from you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “No, it’s proof of how much I trust Nyein. Take it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI saw Nyein's eyes filled with tears. Then I took the contract. Soon his parents came. They tried to walk him to the end of the road where they parked the car, but they couldn't reach his feet. They asked Nyein to follow them. When they got near the car, his mother opened the car door and said to my brother, \"You're coming back.\" My brother turned around and when he had taken four or five steps, he heard a \"slap\" sound. When I looked, Nyein's mother slapped Nyein's back and forth and asked him to get into the car. My brother, who was in a daze, started the car and drove away. When we heard that, we all became worried.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next day, a stranger came and brought a package. When he opened it, it was the novels and books that my mother had borrowed from me. It was hard to understand. Why did he have to return them so urgently? In the evening, he took my brother to the house as usual. However, my brother was not allowed to go up to the house. Only then did I understand exactly what was going on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, news spread that Nyein had gone to a distant place. First, Taungoo, second, Maymyo, third, Taunggyi, again Yangon, again Myaungmya, then again Kyimyindaing, then Khwarawaddy, and so on, Nyein was like cotton blown by the wind. Finally, when it was confirmed that Nyein had returned to Innam, he wrote to his parents, “I will call him back through the court.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“You shouldn’t do this, Nyein will be embarrassed. Forget Nyein. I want to forget you, Nyein. The love between us has been broken,” Nyein wrote. Here I sent a long letter to Nyein. In that letter, there were tears. There were tears of anger, there were tears of resentment, there were tears of remembrance, there were tears of scolding, there were tears of apology.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Nyein has lost a little weight, but her beauty has not faded yet.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He is smiling.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My brother is the same as before, not thin or fat, not fat either, and his hair is as curly as before.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Come visit my house, do you remember me?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I remember, I'll come visit if I get the chance, but will my wife like it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“He knew everything, he told me openly, he didn’t want to lie, he just forgave me. 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