In the midst of my exams, and the discussion surrounding the Khmer Rouge,
it seems, few actually heartened to know about such happenings.
I had the opportunity of going there, of seeing the blood on the trees, the skulls and the many old blood-soaked clothes of the murdered Cambodians.
Its only been months back, but how can one forget what one has read, seen or heard about there. Even the bats that hung from the dark ceilings seem to mystify the souls that were lost.
Every step I or any of the mission team's members took surely could have been a step on ground where a life was lost.
Who really cares, after so long, who really cares about Nazi Germany and what happened.
It doesn't matter to us, our Cambodian Rowers dying means more, because of our nationalistic identity. But even as christians, how can we forget the 1.7million who died out there in Cambodia; about the children whom had their brains exploding out on the tree barks, and still a little of it remains.
I've never experienced such excruciating pain, at least not the type of pain inflicted upon you as you saw it coming. I've hurt my knee; but that kind of pain, i wouldn't even want to imagine.
I'm a big fan of such movies and shows, not because i'm saddistic, but because i've learnt so much more through them. Learnt so much about what faith means, how thankful i should be, and how much further i have to go in my life ahead.

Shouldn't we put ourselves in their shoes and really feel what they went through?
It could happen to any society, whether as developed as Germany, or as village-like as Cambodia. Even in Myanmar, even in Singapore......
My darling lately kept telling me about how she keeps feeling for all the tragedies around her, and i understand. I feel it too. I'm just too proud to cry or sulk about it. But i would, if i were them.

How can i study, when i should be praying for all these people?