Muay Thai (Thai boxing) during the Songkran festival at Mae Tan (Thasong Yang), Thailand 2011.

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Taken on 2nd April, 2011 at Williamstown, Victoria.

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The children from Safe Haven Orphanage create a number of different craft items to help generate income that they can then use for their every day living.

In this photo shoot, they are displaying some of their traditional Karen weaving. These include scarves, tops and skirts that they make at the orphanage. Friends and supporters of the orphanage then sell these items in western countries with all money going back directly to the orphanage and the children.

To view more information about Safe Haven Orphanage, please visit their website.

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The Goulburn Valley Junior Motorcycle Club had their first open day at their new track in Mooroopna, Victoria.

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Oo Nie Kie (pictured on the right with Tasanee – Big Mum) in recent times, lived and worked at Safe Haven Orphanage. Yesterday she tragically drowned in the Moei River. Below is what she wrote not long ago when asked to write a few words about her life.

“I am very grateful for this opportunity to speak out to the rest of the world about my part of life in Burma. I believe it is important to share our stories, our problems, and our hopes.

In 1996, when I was 10 years old and I lived in my village in Burma, in Ka Pain Kee Village in Karen State, my family faced big difficulties: My oldest brother was forced to work for as a military porter for the State Peace and Development Council (SPDC) – the illegal military dictatorship in Burma – and he sustained a terrible injury during a battle. Then both of my parents fell ill and nearly died. My mother got high blood pressure and my father had malaria. My older sister had to take care of my brother in the hospital and then followed him to Rangoon. My younger brother and I took care of our parents as there was no hospital to take them to. When we lived in the village we didn’t have medicine. My mother used to make herbal medicine from the forest. When the other villagers were unwell they came to my mother and asked her to make medicine for them. My mother always helped them, so when my family became ill the other villagers came to help us and we were never alone.

We all suffered in the village because we had to work for the SPDC every day. One day my mother asked me to work for the SPDC because every one else in my family was weak. So, I had to represent them. At the first I didn’t want to go but I felt pity for my parents so I agreed to help and went to the military station with some other villagers. I had to sweep the road two times a day and if there were land mines on the road, they would explode under us and we would die. So I was scared every time I woke up in the morning to sweep the road. And we had to stoke fires beside the road at night. There were two people living in each hut along the road, and the huts were 30 minutes apart. At night I was worried and afraid, and I missed my family and my friends. I wanted to play with my friends and I wanted to eat the curry that my mom would cook for me and my siblings. I cried every night. My aunt who was working with me was very kind and she told me not to cry. As a child, I slept early at night. My Aunt could not sleep early. Sometimes she woke me up to tell me that she heard footsteps and songs. I was also afraid, moving my body close to her as she told me not to sleep. But as a child, I fell sleep easily again and again. Sometimes she woke me up three to four times in one night. I spent 6 days and nights there.

In 1997 the SPDC troops destroyed many villages and my village was one of them. The leader of the SPDC told every one they had to move by the end of April. At first we moved to another village called Pway Toug Roo, which is close to my village. We stayed there about two weeks but then the SPDC told us that the villagers in Pway Toug Roo had to move too. Every villager was tired and angry at the troops but we could not refuse them. It was very difficult to move again and again. We didn’t have a car to carry the rice from our paddy or our furniture so it took a very long time. Then all of the villagers moved to another village which is far away from our own. My family moved to Noe Paw Htee village and stayed there for a month, but it was very hard for us to stay and build our lives there. One night in May 1997 we fled our village and travelled to a refugee camp to try and get away from the military. We started our journey at about two o’clock in the morning so we didn’t draw attention to ourselves. Normally travel from our village to the refugee camp takes only two days, but it took us about three weeks because the military was in the area and we had to wait until they left. We arrived in the camp the end of May and in June school started. I was pleased that I could study until grade ten.

At first we lived in Mae Koung Kha camp on the Thai-Burma border. In 2004 we had to move to Mae La Oon camp because water flooded our camp. There were land slides and over twenty five refugees died. In Mae La Oon we also had to face land slides in the rainy season, as our houses were on the mountain sides. Living in the refugee camp was uncomfortable because you cannot leave very easily. I felt like I was under house arrest the whole time, but I felt better living in the camp than in Burma under the SPDC’s torture.

When I finished grade ten I wanted to continue my studies, but my parents weren’t able to help me. Refugee students face this difficulty in their education. Many are very enthusiastic but we lack opportunities to make our lives better. We don’t want to stay in the camp any more but we can’t go back to our country, it is too dangerous. Many people managed to leave the camp to go to another country and live better lives, but it is difficult to do and I am worried about living as an immigrant in another country where jobs are hard to find. Some people decided to go back to Burma despite the risks. I was confused about what I should do. My parents asked me to choose the best way for the family. They would permit me to leave the camp to go to another country, but when I said I wanted go back to Burma to my village and help the children with their education they wouldn’t allow me.

Although I managed to get out of the refugee camp and live in Thailand I don’t feel free. I feel that I am under house arrest again because I am illegal in this country and I don’t have any documents, like many other Burmese refugees. Sometimes I don’t want to go out because there are Thai police on the road and they often stop people to ask questions and arrest you if you have no papers to show them. I always worry about my security. I don’t know what will happen in the future as a refugee.

I try to forget my suffering life under the SPDC’s policy. But I can not forget because I have to see people arrive in the refugee camps everyday. I have been released from the SPDC’s torture, but many people are still victims. I don’t want to see my family, my friends or anyone else become the property of the SPDC and it’s torture. The SPDC must stop their violence in my country. I have been hoping for many years that we will get freedom. When I see young people from other countries, they look so free and happy, and I hope I will be able to be like them someday. Sometimes I can’t feel happiness because I am worried for myself, my family, and my people. All Burmese people are thirsty for freedom. We need people from the rest of the world to support us in our journey to freedom in Burma so that all of our people may live free lives.”

The children at Safe Haven Orphanage celebrate Mothers Day in their own special way.

It is pre-arranged with the local Thai school that all the children from Safe Haven Orphanage will spend Mothers Day at the orphanage rather than at the school. This is so the children don’t feel uncomfortable seeing all the other children with their mothers during this time.

All the children pay respect to the local elders and receive a cotton tie around their wrist in return. Afterwards, the children enjoyed a meal of mohinga – a traditional Burmese noodle soup.

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