Young Buddhist monks
The previous post told about a Christian family in Myanmar (Burma) whose house was destroyed by a mob throwing big rocks — while the family was inside!
A VOM worker talked to two girls who were inside during the attack: Memesan, age 12, and Nunuway, age 9.
Read the previous post about the attack, then read below what the girls told the worker.
The Girls’ Story
We were praying. We were very quiet. And then they started throwing the rocks.
When they started to throw the rocks, we went into the inner room. We opened the lid of the clothing box and put our heads in to protect them from the rocks. Our main door was broken, and also the back door was broken. That’s why we went into the inner room.
We heard very loud sounds from the rocks hitting the roof. We heard people cursing us from outside. “Where is your God?” they said. We were afraid, but we did not cry. We prayed. I was with my grandma. The side of the wall near us was suddenly broken, so we ran to the other side of the room with the rest of the family.
Broken parts of the rocks hit our back and our feet, but not our head. The backs of our neck hurt because we stayed too long putting our heads in the box.
The people outside stuck bamboo poles into the house to see if we were still alive. Our youngest brother, 4 years old, was very thirsty, and he asked for water. There was nothing to drink because all the pots that had water in them were broken.
They stopped throwing rocks for a little bit. During that time we peeked out of the holes, and we could see even children standing out there. Even high school students and children-aged [Buddhist] monks were there. Our house was dark because all the lights were broken, but we could see the street where they were standing.
We went to school in that village, but because of this we have to move to a different school. [They are the only Christian children in the school.] In school we are forced to chant Buddhist chants every morning. We do not say anything. We just put our hands together, and we just stand there with everyone and wait until it’s over. At lunchtime or when we pray at school, people look at us like we are very strange. They ask, “What are you saying?”
Many people bully us. Many people make fun of us. They say, “We can’t even see your God.”
We are sad.
We are not ashamed.
We are not afraid.
But we don’t say anything back.
(Source: VOM contacts. Edited for clarity, length, and age appropriateness.)
The Voice of the Martyrs is helping and encouraging Memesan and Nunuway’s family. Read more about VOM’s Family of Martyrs fund here.