Sukha - I love you so much.

As the sermon is rightly said, the earthquake of the 1992 earthquake in the Pakho (Pago) area of ​​Hanthawaddy caused many buildings to collapse and crush them to death, resulting in the deaths of more than two thousand people.

The above verse is a memoir of a writer from 1292. It is probably a memoir.

In the month of Nayon in 1292, a particularly amazing and powerful display of natural power was made, unprecedented in the history of Burma.

The earthquake shook the entire Bago Township like a potter's wheel. In the forest areas, the ground cracked and even flames came out.

According to world history, we have seen and heard of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions in Japan, Italy, the Balkans, and other countries that destroyed cities, towns, and villages, and made the world feel like hell.. Burma was thought to be peaceful, avoiding the laws of the world and the laws of nature.. In that year, the Bago Shwe Mau Dao - The Great Buddha's Land was destroyed to the point of being a part of the world.

In Bago, the foundations of many large buildings suddenly collapsed. As the saying goes, "Snake-proofed houses are not safe from fire," the entire city was left in a state of shock, as if bitten by a snake or eaten by a tiger.

There are countless people who have been left homeless, separated from their children, lost their parents, and have experienced great suffering. The sounds of screaming and crying, the cries of grief, and the cries of searching for the missing, make the entire city as noisy as hell.

The poor, whose homes were destroyed and who had nothing to eat or drink, were appearing in hundreds, thousands, and thousands of piles, and the wealthy and generous people from various cities were coming to help.

Patriotic figures came to help and donated rice, oil, medicine, salt, and clothing.

Houses collapsed - Due to the earthquake, many people, young and old, regardless of religion, were injured and left without any hope. Even the government health departments were not enough. Many volunteer nursing associations came to care for them, but due to the unfairness between the patients and the doctors, many people were left to live in misery, crying and moaning.

Among those who were devoted to charity, the reputation of the Yangon tycoon U Ba Lwin... continued to be praised in newspapers and magazines day after day. The whole of Bago city recognized the tycoon U Ba Lwin as a great volunteer who could be relied on because of his message, even though few people had ever seen him in person.

In a large open space outside the city, temporary thatched roofs and large tents are being built to provide shelter, food, clothing, and medical treatment to the people of the city, organized in various departments. The charity spends more than a thousand baht a day - and the generosity of giving is rare. Even the people who have to personally follow the work, even if they are not able to help with their nails and nails, are doing it every day because it is so true that everyone is more compassionate than spending money.

Everyone is becoming a source of praise and admiration.

It is true that the Burmese rich and wealthy generally give generously. Their names can be found on large monasteries, pagodas, and stupas. In fact, they want the donor's name to be indelible - indelible - in buildings. But in such urgent matters as the fire is extinguished after the festival, they are not so generous as to build a temple or a pagoda.

The name of the rich man U Ba Lwin is more than found in the temples and pagodas, he has donated to the poor schools, provided monthly support to the Central Hospital, the Mental Hospital, the Maternity Hospital, the Leprosy Hospital, and spent more money on such urgent problems without his name appearing...

He was in his thirties or forties, with a calm and composed face and a strong personality. He was a wealthy widower with only one son, a twelve-year-old son, who was a close relative. His wife, Daw Than Myint, had only ever loved one husband and wife. Death, if he could, would only look at a married couple who were constantly fighting and quarreling every day. He was jealous of U Ba Lwin and Daw Than Myint, who were not full of love for their husbands and wives - they were happy and content - and had everything they wanted.

The young man, who was affectionately named Maung Myint Lwin after his two wives, was dragged away by the demon king, who was riding on a horse, and he was not a human being, so he had to surrender to the demon king and surrender to him.

The love that Daw Than Myint had for her since she was in her twenties was no longer passed on to other women of different ages, young and old, but was instead transferred and accumulated to her son, and the love of her son and her wife became a large building where they gathered.

"Dad.. are you having a party in these big tents?"

"Oh.. no, son... people are suffering, so I'll just stay for a while."

"What is suffering?"

"Suffering is not being able to eat, not being able to drink, not being healthy..."

"My sons don't have these problems."

U Ba Lwin looked down at Maung Myint Lwin, who was with him, with a slight smile. My son, until today, had not experienced the meaning of suffering personally, so he did not feel its taste.

I also prayed that I would be free from that suffering for as long as I live.

U Ba Lwin and Maung Myint Lwin went to the food and clothing distribution area to make sure there were no leftovers, and then crossed over to the temporary barracks where the patients were housed.

“I’m scared - Uncle, I’m scared... I’m going to steal you, Uncle,” a child’s voice came from the sick tent. U Ba Lwin walked briskly towards the tent, holding his son’s hand. He saw a young man lying on a cot, his son, who had apparently screamed in shock. Maung Myint Lwin looked at the child and held his father’s hands tightly.

"This little boy... is he still unconscious?" I asked a nurse, and the person next to me smiled sheepishly and paid my respects.

"I don't get it yet... It's just like that... I can only scream......"

"What about his relatives and parents - haven't they appeared yet?"

"No one has come yet. I don't know if his parents are dead. The last time I saw him was in the collapsed cinema."

"Just now... I heard my uncle... yelling."

"Yes.. I have a feeling that you are afraid of me.... I also pretend to steal from you, my boss..."

"Well... I guess I was just thinking whatever I wanted while watching the movie..."

For U Ba Lwin, it became a great pity and compassion. Compared to his own son, who was a bad mother in a life without parents, poverty and helplessness are worse. Among them, the pain is still there, including the joints.

"Aren't you going to investigate his relatives?"

"Not only do we investigate... but we also drive around every evening... and announce..."

"Well... well... good..."

"I'm sorry, Dad.. oh..."

Maung Myint Lwin lifted his father up and spoke.

"Oh my... what a pity..."

"Suffering... is that what you call it..."

"Aye.. aye.. that's what we call trouble"

U Ba Lwin had to give a practical example of his son's suffering to make him understand. Maung Myint Lwin was only paying attention to the unconscious child. If the child twitched a little... Maung Myint Lwin himself twitched... If the child frowned...