Children: Daily Struggle of Adversity in Bangkok

The National Children’s Day in Thailand, January 12, 2013, proved to be eventful dosed with the usual celebration of the government’s commitment towards enabling the child mold their characteristics and skills. Adults exhibit their desire to see a generation of disciplined and responsible young people. According to the news, there is a general agreement among stake holders that children need to work towards becoming good citizens for … Continue reading Children: Daily Struggle of Adversity in Bangkok

Rohingya: A Dying Community

They are branded as one of the most persecuted communities in the world by the UN, yet nobody knows their name. They are the forgotten people. In recent weeks, the escalating violence has displaced more than 90,000 Rohingya people. Villages are being burnt, people are being abducted, concentration camps are being created, women are being raped and children mercilessly killed. The persecution against the Rohingya … Continue reading Rohingya: A Dying Community

A Chat With @kwanruenb The Child Rights Activist

Despite the incredible heat this morning, I walked eagerly to meet a dear friend: Kwan, an activist. Didn’t let the last minute plans stop me from rushing to the nearest MRT station. Was eager to meet her as it was a rare occasion for her to make the odd trip down to Bangkok. She had a meeting in Bangkok, although scheduled a few hours for me.  … Continue reading A Chat With @kwanruenb The Child Rights Activist

The lost child gnawing at the edge of reality

Children, roaming aimlessly, many with worries on their faces. Faces are drawn and haggard from homelessness and work. Even when human rights are championed by the protectors of humanity, the void of child poverty grows wider. Such fiendish hypocrisy is fed by the elitism of social causes, preferring trendy concerns over beggarism. Everyday, young people are depleted of their hopes and dreams, living at the mercy of … Continue reading The lost child gnawing at the edge of reality

A soul seeking an end to the twisted path of misery

At night, he wanders the streets, either looking for a meal or work. He doesn’t work in an office, mind you, nor does he enjoy the comforts of an aircon environment. He goes through the garbage bins, armed with an empty sack, looking for empty bottles and any item to be recycled and sold. He has no family, or more like he doesn’t like discussing … Continue reading A soul seeking an end to the twisted path of misery

Beating the odds in Fiji

Vivienne Bale, a 16-year-old girl with a disability in Fiji, who has beat the odds to achieve her dreams.   ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfuryMore Posts – Website … Continue reading Beating the odds in Fiji

Visiting young friends in the plantation

The heat wave is stifling hot in Malaysia. My friends in Thailand report the same, though the humidity here is crushing – suffocating which drains the energy and leaves one hallow. My journey took me to a plantation, some 17 kilometers from a small town called Bagan Lalang. The palm oil plantation was almost in the middle of nowhere, the weather was terrible. Surrounded by … Continue reading Visiting young friends in the plantation

She wanders the back lane, seeking to escape the abomination

Night. An endless orgy of multi-coloured neon lights, bright, flashing, erupting. Even at this ungodly hour the lights flow in a never-ending stream, across the tall buildings and down to the spiralling streets. The humidity is high tonight, despite living on the streets for years, she was never able to adjust – horrible heat, suffocating. She moves cautiously through the main road, into the labyrinth. … Continue reading She wanders the back lane, seeking to escape the abomination

She has no name, no identity, and she is hungry.

Nameless. She has been nameless and stateless for three seasons. She was born with a name and an identity, once a upon a time, but sadly she possess none, here on the isolated dangerous streets. The colossal city with it’s twisted concrete jungles and monstrous fast-paced roads do not offer comfort nor does it quench her ever-growing thirst and hunger. Sometimes she feels alone, helpless … Continue reading She has no name, no identity, and she is hungry.

Dreaming about the past, a remembrance of loss

She woke up from her slumber, rubbing her forehead at the nagging headache. She does not mind the cold hard pavement as her bed; after all, she has been homeless for the past 3 years, living on the streets and begging for food. The city, with it’s towering monuments and buildings, has been her home; a challenging, dangerous home for a 11-year-old girl. Her dream … Continue reading Dreaming about the past, a remembrance of loss