My Life
Date-11-02-2004
Dear Readers, First, I pleasantly dedicate my warmest gratitude to Mr. Ben Parks an American retired engineer whose mind conceived the writing of this petition out of his love and feeling for humanity. As well, my sincere greetings go to you all out there who does have the opportunity to read this petition. Sincerely this petition is firstly aimed to shed light on the unbearable predicament of us the Nepalese prisoners who are doing time in Thai prison with no hope of ever returning home to reunite with our beloved families and loved ones. Secondly, it is a plea to whomever it may concern to please join Mr. Ben Parks on pleading on our behalf to our government to, in its sympathy for humanity establish a transfer treaty with Thai government so hat we may be able to return home one day o reunite with beloved families and love ones. Frankly, most of us here in prison are breadwinner of our various families. In addition, our families have been subjected o chronic and fatal poverty since our incarceration. However, my dear brothers and sisters, it is another great pleasure to relate to you below about my past, present and future lives.
My name is Sun Bahadur Tamang. A native of Dhading Darkha four kuri.
My fathers name is Thunde Tamang and my mothers name is Dhan Maya Tamang. They are poor and very old. I am 28 years old now. I have two younger sisters and a daughter who is six years old now who suppose to be in school y now because they are still very young. However, they are all languishing at home with aged parents since there is no one left to support their education. I was born and bred in a farmhouse by my parents who dedicated all their possible resources to bring me up in a better way. They spent their last to sent me to school. They wanted me t get well equipped mentally and other wise in order that I might become a decent, responsible and better person they desire for me. Sun and rain descended down upon them mercilessly in their efforts to realize their only and great goal for me. Nevertheless, their dream become very shaky as time and changes comes their way. They became very feeble and unsupportive physically because of old age . Then as a result o their unsupportive ness, a huge responsibility casted upon my young shoulder (then I was around 20 years old) I went here and there in search for a part time job of any kind just to put me and my siblings through school, but all my applications was turned down and my efforts went in vain. As a result, I was forced to drop out of school in my second year at college. Then having the eam of my parent for me insight and mind I was not giving up. The search for a job until I ran into an old friend who elevated my hope and suggested for me to try things abroad. He even went further to say he will help me in obtaining visa for me and in my mind and in truth I felt emotions of a dream come true upon hearing this was a bit older and according to him he was living Holland with a big brother of his.Subsequently I made a choice of selling the land where my parents farm to make a living. Moreover, this was the bitterest food for my parents to swallow because it will be leaving them with nothing to make a living and leaving them in a fatal poverty. However, I succeeded in twisting their hands around with sweet talks and sold the land. Really, I knew I was doing something out of it by selling their only means of survival. Nevertheless, what can I do? I was doing it for their goodness and myself too. I told them that they should not worry, because once I get to Holland and get hold of job, my first salary or pay will be hastily sent to them and I mean it from the bottom of my heart. After that, with plane ticket and little money in hand we fled to Thailand where our visa will be obtained. We spent few days in Bangkok as we wait for our visas to be granted. And within these few days in a life style, which I was yet to used to, I was just like a novice and naïve. My every move and action was completely manipulated and controlled by this old friends and my newest angel who was newly back into my life again. Then as thing rolls on, the innest and darkest part of my newest angel unfolded when he approached me in he midday on the 12th day of our say around 10 a.m. and ordered me to take a briefcase he gave to me the same moment to someone he previously introduced as his friend who stayed at a hoted abit far from ours. Actually I trusted this old friend of mine whom I saw as an angel in my life and I made no hesitation in carrying out his orders to me. I did not ask questions when he told me to carry the briefcase and I really did not have slightest knowledge of the contests of the briefcase. Well on my way to deliver he briefcase I was stopped and inspected by the traffic police who told me he suspects I was carrying an illicit drugs of Heroin and asked for my hands of cuffs. Then in a state of shock and wonders upon hearing this news. I felt like I was in a dream but something tells me than I have been used Just like an instrument. Moreover, in turn I was taken to the police custody. I told all the truth I ever know. I narrated my mission to Thailand and how I was misled to carry a brief case by a friend with out having a slight knowledge of the illicit drugs inside. But I was not being believed at all then after some while a the first time in this process I saw myself in a dream doing all sorts of things hat are really unbearable to conceive physically I saw me being pu away forever as a penalty of a crime of was not really t o be blamed. I saw me committing the crime of leaving my aged and weak parents with no means of survival or in a terminal poverty. And I saw me committing suicide. Just to put an end to every thing finally. There in the police station, frustration, depression was my only friend until I was moved down to prison where I saw many other Nepalese and Nationalities in the same situation as mine and there was a bit of relief. However, at the beginning in prison things were much harder. Here was no toiletries and clothing to cover our nakedness. There was no good food only an assortment of dead. Leaves and water and there was no money to buy nothing. Many people sustained river and heart problems from the good and water thy provide us with and died. I knew I was not different from these people and knew I was not far away from embarrassing the same fate as theirs. However, I only give thanks to whomever that gives life every morning as I woke and found there is still life in me. This drama of living in a great few and mental torture went on for some while before out of miracle Mr.Ben Parks emerged into the lives of the Nepalese in this place. He helped us a lot. May he always see good things in all his life? He started from supporting us financially and morally and now he is seeking for us to leave his place. My sentence is twenty-five years imprisonment likewise many other Nepales here and gives served seven year s out of it. In this place there is nothing like amnesty or means of freedom for especially foreign drug offenders apart from prisoner transfer treaty. There are a lot who have stayed from is to twenty years and yet do not know when they will be going home. In addition, many died along the line unable to finish their indefinite sentence with no pardon, amnesty or parole. Really, it was in a deep sorrow we wrote o our king for his mercy (upon us). However, our entire letter went unanswered. We can hardly tell the cause, maybe he loathes us, but in whatever the reason that made him don't want to repay us he should understand that he is our king and our father. In addition, should not disown us or see us as outcasts, but his own dear children because that is what we are and whatever might be our crimes since we have sought his forgiveness. He should forgive us because it is human o sin and divine to forgive. We plan to write him more in the future and we pray and hope that he replies us. We may be classify as people who are suffering the consequences of their on conclusions choices and actions but many of us here were being misled and many blindly allowed themselves to be misled by pressing circumstances and here for deserve mercy and second chance. And our leaders and nation should understand this. Despite whatever, one good thing that we have learnt from our mistakes, circumstance, and will never allow no circumstances to pond our freedom anymore. And we can still be useful and effective for our dear nation in many ways in our own little ways. Dear brothers and sisters, we know that we have offended you all by knowingly or unknowingly indulging in a crime, which has taken us far away from you, but we in every respects, in a great humiliation and remorse, and with tear in our eyes we ask you to do and also help to seek for our freedom in the hand of our government plead. Plead in our behalf so that our government will look upon us with mercy and establish a prisoner transfer treaty with Thailand which is the only way we will ever be able to come back to be with you again. Like I said for example, during he time of the Nigerians, there were no hope for them, many were sentenced from life to death and from 25years to 50years. Some died, and some stayed 10 to 16 years and there was no way they could have made it if their government didn't make a choice eventually to bring them back home and established a transfer treaty with Thai government. And as a result, about four hundred of them have gone home and many are still going. So please dear readers, in the name of pity, mercy and love help! Help! Help! Thank you all.
Yours faithfully,
Sun Bahadur Tamang.
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