My Life at Refugee Camp

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Life at refugee camp Life is full of adventure; significant moments for someone can be happiness or sorrow, which might make us strong or weak and helpless depending on how we take it. Problems can build us up or make us completely hopeless. As I remember my past I have so many reasons to be thankful to The Lord who has given me strength to get through all the struggle and pain in my life. My family had to leave my country and live as refugee in the eastern part of Nepal. I do remember living my life at a refugee camp; with struggle, hunger and crowd of people, and our houses were made of bamboo, thatch and mud, with no air conditioning, heat, or electricity. We used firewood to cook food and Kerosene to light the house. I was twelve years old when my mom shared with me the story of how we left and why we had to leave the country of Bhutan, a monarchy with a dictator king. My country is a Buddhist country. Due to some religious and political reasons, the king and his armies started to persecute the Hindu and the Christian people. They started killing the man in the families. Some of the women were raped in front of their families and killed, the houses were burnt and people were burnt alive. No one raise his or her voice and there was no hope to be alive. The only hope to stay alive was to leave the country. We were forced to live as a refugees at Nepal. My life in Nepal was spent with lack- lack of money, lack of education, lack of sanitation, lack of jobs, lack of hope. As time passed, our God heard our prayer and opened the door for us to migrate to the United States. I remember that day, that was the most joyful moment I ever had. It was March 25, 2007, when my family was called for first interview for immigration; I saw smile, a new hope, and relief in my parent face. I was very happy; I wasn’t able to sleep
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