06 March 2016

Opening my eyes and my heart

On Friday I had conversations – albeit short ones – with two professors, former colleagues of mine from the Faculty of Medicine and Health Sciences.

In the first instance, I was asking this former colleague of mine – being from Myanmar, if she knew of anyone who has done a study (or studies) into the condition of the Rohingyas in her country. Or perhaps there are people she knows I can talk (communicate) with to learn more about them.  Her reply to me was that unfortunately, most of them do not favour the Rohingyas and may not have good things to tell me. My answer to her was that would be perfectly okay as I needed “to be objective to see both sides of the situation. Not being from Myanmar may afford me a perceived ‘bias-less’ point of view. I am also neither Muslim or Buddhist. I have to be able to see it from both sides. It would not be good if I only “defended” the Rohingys and forget the Rakhines. To every story, there is always at least two sides. I want to learn more from as many perspectives as I can. At the moment, all I am getting from the journals and the videos are how the Rohingyas are being abused. I have not been able to find anything for the other side. So for now it would seem like a very one-sided affair. I think that means I am not getting a fair and objective view. So your input or that of your friends would be helpful.”

At that moment, I realized something had changed.  I started out by actually looking from the perspective of the Rohingya Muslims forgetting to consider the story to be told by the Rakhine Buddhist. I began to see that my search to help a group of suffering people was not only about “helping them” and inadvertently perhaps lending my support to them as an endorsement that the “other party” must be in the wrong.  After all, in our world of dichotomy – there is always the villain and the hero, the victim and the oppressor, the sinner and the saint.  Here, as I was chatting with her – without reflection and spontaneously in responding, the words that came out of my own mouth (or in this case through my fingers as it was an online chat) were showing me – there is another side of the story.  Do not be too quick to judge any. If you are to help anyone – understand that there are different perspectives. Talking with her led me to a new awareness. While I have been moved all this while by the suffering of the Rohingyas, I had not given thought to perhaps the suffering of the Rakhines as well. And what about the nations who appeared to be so “heartless” in rejecting to absorb these refugees into their own country? They too have their stories – their perspectives.


Later in the evening, a conversation with the other professor.  In response to something I posted on my FaceBook, something I got from my reading of a journal:
"One of the fundamental bedrocks of human rights is the principle that all human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights." (Journal of Immigrant and Refugee Studies) – okok, I know this is not the proper way to do the referencing. I am still learning and adjusting to this ridiculous need to “conform” and be soooo structured.  Anyway – this is not an academic writing, so let me do it the way I want to do it, ok? (hahaha) By the way, you might notice I still have some “resentment” to being made to conform here. I am still working on that, ok? J
My conversation with him went as follows:
CS:   Unfortunately it is only rarely held in word and spirit. (his response to my posting)
Me: That's why we, collectively, need to do something about it and not let this be just words.
CS: Easier said than done to take on the power and might of governments and politicians. But I agree, someone has to take a stand. The price will most probably be very heavy.
Me: Nothing worthwhile is easy to come by, I suppose. Someone has to do it - and why should that someone be him/her/them? Why not me/you?
CS:  I suppose it is our selfishness that prevents us being the person.
Me: Aye! Gandhi said: "Be the change that you want to see in the world." Now you know why I am here in NZ. Not culinary arts. J My inner voice (some say is God) has led me to where I need to be to do what I need to do. Your prayers would be most appreciated, Prof.
CS: You always have my best wishes. You have indeed taken an unusually bold step at this stage of your life and I realize its significance.
Me: Can't really help it (though we all know we have a choice). The calling within is too strong. It has built over the years - and I am only now understanding what that "calling" has been all this time. Experiencing an "amalgamation" of emotions - fear, anxiety, excitement, passion etc. But "a man has to do what a man has to do." I will trust in the path that has been laid before me.

Again, as I was communicating with him – it dawned on me, for this reason I am here. To learn, and there is so much to learn.  Not just about the plight of the Rohingya or the Rakhines but also many other things in life. This same principle applies. Nothing is as it seems.  Look deeper.  We all have a role to play. And begin with non-judgment. Indeed, the lessons I am getting – the experiences, the reading, the conversations – they are .. Opening my eyes and my heart.




Peace,
Syl

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