Daily Routine of Buddhist Monks

Early morning around 6:00 AM, many people wait on the street to donate food to Buddhist monks. Since monks are doing their daily routines on a precise schedule, people know… 

January 10, 2016 / 0 comment

Wash Early Recovery: struggling for clean water

  Villagers returned back to the village after the flood. Gyan Pyin (East) village is located in Ingapu Township, Ayeyarwady Division, but things are not the same as before. Gyan… 

January 5, 2016 / 0 comment

Myanmar child workers: There seems to be no other choice

  When I was a kid, I remember meeting many kids about my age serving at teashops, doing laundry for money, and working in workshops. I never questioned why they… 

December 27, 2015 / 0 comment

My first sugar cane juice

It’s not a strange thing that a boy from the hilly region of Myanmar had never tried sugar cane juice before his high school life in another town. Even though… 

December 17, 2015 / 0 comment

How the rainbow was made: Myanmar’s Romeo and Juliet

Once, while my father and me were crossing the river from Mandalay to Sagaing in a small boat (now a beautiful bridge had been built), I was stunned by a… 

December 12, 2015 / 0 comment

Mandalay Gold leaves pounders

Once one steps into Burma, he will definitely see glittering golden temples every single location he goes. As the saying goes, “Any place you point, there will be a pagoda”.… 

December 7, 2015 / 0 comment

Zwekabin Myay: stepping Stone to higher education

A small compound of building located near Zwekabin Mountain seems normal and unimportant. When you look closer to the compound, you will find young adults learning essential skills, and getting… 

December 3, 2015 / 0 comment

Pagodas and what they mean to Buddhist Myanmar

  The first lesson about Buddhism I’ve ever had was from my visits at pagodas. In front of the Buddha Image, my mother taught me to recite: “I take refuge… 

November 30, 2015 / 0 comment

Myanmar’s traditional wine or toddy nectar

  Toddy nectar, a poem to drunken youth In my younger days, Omar Khayyam the Persian poet made me fall in love with one of his philosophy, which goes like… 

November 25, 2015 / 0 comment

Broken pieces of a farmer’s hope

  The rain felt against my skin and wind slashed at me as I walked outside the house to check on the land around the house. Since the rain hasn’t… 

November 20, 2015 / 0 comment