Today I am thousands of kilometers away. I am missing the first laugh of my children, the first steps and the moments spent with the morning tea and the sun. But despite so much struggle and suffering, I am sending remittances to the country.
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For the past few days, some political party workers who I have met on social media have been telling me the same sentence - Hey fugitive, don't worry about the country, do your work, save your visa. Because, I cannot forget my love for my country so easily.
For eight years before leaving the country, I was the chairman of 150 workers in a prestigious establishment. That verse was not just a name, but a symbol of continuous struggle . Along with my unique companions including Sahayatri Jagat Simkhada, brother Milan, Madhav and Kumar, Ramprasad and Chitra Karki, we considered it a religion of life to give voice to the pain of the workers . We suffered insults, scorn and threats but we never gave in . That fight was not for greed, but for justice .
The next chapter of the struggle began in business . With the desire to do something in the country, I started a stationery shop and online business . But unethical competition and wrong market culture pushed me out of the market . Not by accepting defeat, but by saving faith, I returned from that path .
Then came the most painful moment of life. The wife fed her eight-month-old son at eight o'clock in the night and hugged him, sleeping in a hammock and had to be sent abroad . Nine months after his wife went abroad, he also went abroad. After my wife went abroad, that nanny always stayed with me . Even when I was on the toilet, his innocent gaze, watching me through the hole in the door, is stuck in the room of my mind till date . Maybe he was afraid that his mother is gone, now will his father also leave him? Kneeling in front of the situation, I also rushed abroad.
Today I am thousands of kilometers away . Missing my children's first laughs, first steps and morning tea-moments spent with the sun . But despite so much struggle and suffering, I am sending remittances to the country . My sweat and the labor of thousands of Nepalis who have gone abroad have stopped the country's economy.
but irony! The governance of the country is still caught in the game of corruption, political interests and incompetent leaders. I am not a leader, nor do I have the desire to make a speech and get applause . I do not take anything, only give, the love and labor of the country . I am an Amanepali, whose dream is to end the plight of the country and let the children get the sunshine and air of their own yard, not the distance of foreign countries.
It was not greedy yesterday, it is not even today . We only wish that such a situation does not occur in the country, which forces any parent to suffer like us. Let's understand the language of their pain without calling them 'fugitives'. Because, this is not just my story - it is a common wound of thousands of Nepalis, whose treatment is only possible with the love of the country and the desire for change.
– Santosh Simkhada, Tokyo, Japan
