The Making of Abhaya: Burma’s Fearlessness by Khet Mar
Abhaya – Burma’s Fearlessness, by James MacKay, with a foreword by Aung San Suu Kyi.
Category: Literature
Burmese Literature collection with Poems, Essays, Short-Stories, Thoughts, Books, Classics, All Others
‘My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold The River Irrawaddy’ – Junior Win
The Irrawaddy is the river the most well known and the longest inBurma. It flows along from north to south. It begins where the two rivers Mayka and Maylika meet at the north of Burma at the Kachinstate. The visitors love to see the rencontre of the two rivers. Wecall it ‘MyitSon’ (le rencontre de deux rivieres). This place alwaysattracts people so much.
The Irrawaddy flows north to south, so it passes many towns and manyplaces along streaming. I have little chance to visit ‘MyitSon’. But I have many chances to see the river Irrawaddy when I visit the countries which are near Irrawaddy. My grandmother always pointed the Irrawaddy when we were closed to see it. ‘Look, you see the river flowing there! It is called the river ‘Irrawaddy’.’ I looked what my grandmother was pointing, the river was very wide and never ending flowing. Under the sunshine the surface of the river was as shine as gold. If we saw the river Irrawaddy at the night, the river seemed flowing silently and the surface of the river as glow as lightening under the moon lit night.
‘As We Like it’ : Junior Win
Long time ago, we, the whole family travelled many regions of Burma especially middle part. Mandalay, Sitkaing, Monywa were mainly visited. We spent many days to visit pagodas there. Sometimes we stayed at the cottage or lodging of our grandparents’ native friend. Sometimes we stayed at the monastery.
3 Years Under the Japs by Khin Myo Chit
Book Review by JuniorWin
(Left: the old cover of “Three Years Under the Japs;” it had “Published by KHIN MYO Chit, 24 Zabuzi Street, SANCHAUNG” and “printing at THE ROYAL STATIONARY, 408-410 Dalhousie Street, RANGOON” written on the back. The addresses are now hard to find. They contain the old memories of our grandparents, despite the fact that they lived in the place for only a year or two. Right: The new cover of the book in 2011.)
Junior Win : I am a writer in Burma
Junior Win: I am a writer in BurmaI start my writing since 1996 at the AtwayAmyin monthly magazine. AtwayAmyin(thought) magazine is like Readers Digest magazine. It contains about 30 articles published monthly.
I have now 7 books published in Burma. All are in Burmese. My published books contained about Science, Science and Technology, history of planes, Myself, Translations of my grandmother’ books, dictionary of mathematics and so on.
Burmese Poetry by Khin Aung Aye and Pandora
sampsoniaway.org http://www.sampsoniaway.org/literary-voices/2011/08/23/burmese-poetry-khin-aung-aye-and-pandora/
Ant Maung – Thakhin Ohn Myint Poem
Thakhin Ohn Myint Ant Maung September 19th, 2010 Thakhin Ohn Myint Abadoned medical student life To wriggle as a journalist Took part in student and youth conventions Unfurled the peacock banner JournalGyaw Hand in hand with U Chit Maung…
Aung Way – 31st July
31st JULY Black Friday Or Bloody Friday. Let’s strike. It must be” Fightday”. Aung Way (July 30th 2009)
Pwint Phyu Nandar – The Burmese People Deserve Better from Their Government
The Burmese People Deserve Better from Their Government
Pwint Phyu Nandar
(6th Grader’s Essay at her school in San Francisco)
April 7th, 2009
Do you want your government treating you badly, as if you and the people of your country are insignificant to them? Of course, you don’t. And neither do the people of Burma. But unfortunately, they are already being treated insignificantly. They deserve better from their government. There are many reasons and examples why, but here are a few main reasons and examples.
Khin Myo Chit – Electra Triumphs
Electra Triumphs
A short story by Daw Khin Myo Chit
Looking down from the window of the thatched bamboo house, I feel happy and relaxed. My long sojourn in the city had taken away from me the leisurely ways I had been used to here as a small-town girl. Now, it’s a free and easy life for me again during my holidays in the village.
The moon beams frisk and jump on the flapping banana leaves slipping every now and then onto the grassy ground. By the banana grove is a dais about three feet high, its undulating bamboo flooring smooth and brown with age and use. I remember how I had in my younger days lain there, letting the soothing coolness of the bamboo sink into my body. This dais remains a rendezvous for young and old who gather in the twilight to talk over pots of tea, seasoned tea leaves and cheroots.
My host, an elderly man of 70, looks as robust as any man in his prime. I see him now sitting on the dais alone with his teapot. His cotton paso with its bold yellow and black check pattern can be seen from a distance in the moonlight, a signal to his neighbours that he is ready for evening gossip.
Tin Moe – The Shut Door (Translated by Win Pe)
The Shut Door
Tin Moe
Translated by Win Pe
Jaunary 15th, 2009
I wish to fly like a bird
to my lover. But this happens
to be the day when
the hunter is out shooting birds.
I wish to go like a flower
to my lover. But this happens
to be the day when
the sly drone is out spoiling flowers.
Aung Way – Oway Poem
OWay Poem
Aung Way
September 26th, 2008
Aung Way is a contemporary poet from Burma, now in exile after the Saffron revolution where he took part in to support the boycott of the monks. His poem – “3 F” was one of the famous poem urged the Burmese people to join the cause of the monks back in September 2007
Aung Way – Stanzas of our 20 Years
Stanzas of our 20 years
Aung Way
August 4th 2008
Red, red, Oh’ August
We have nothing to lose but our chains.
Red, red, Oh’ August
We have promises to keep, and miles to go before we sleep.
Red, red, Oh’ August
We all are Spartacus.
We all are Spartacus.
Red, red, Oh’ August
Let’s hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
Nyane Thit – The Ghost
The Ghost
Nyane Thit
August 30th, 2007
– The night hit hard with dark storm
The dark soaked in every corner
There in the dark came
The misery in stealth
And you …
I have longed for your smile .
– Under the dazzling search light
With the mystical might
There at the roof edge
Dangled and gone
Then run the scared wardens
From the side of hangman ward
Stirred by sight of yours
MoeMaKa Win – Let us sing for Unsung Heroes
Let us sing for Unsung Heroes
MoeMaKa Win
Breaths there the man with soul so dead,
who never hath enshrined his heart with the Dhamma(Buddha’s teachings),
who can spread goodwill and loving kindness all around?