Friday, October 28, 2016

នេះជាផ្នែកមួយនៃ«ខ្ញុំ»

ដោយ វ័ន្ត ច័ន្ទមករា

អត្ថបទប្លក់នេះត្រូវបានសរសេរឡើងជាផ្នែកនៃលក្ខខណ្ឌតម្រូវការងាររបស់កម្មសិក្សាជំនាញសរសេរប្លក់ក្នុងនៃកម្មវិធី​សំទ្បេងយុវជន។ ការបញ្ចេញមតិនៅទីនេះគឺជាការយល់ឃើញរបស់អ្នកសរសេរ និងមិនតំណាងឲ្យ ឬឆ្លុះបញ្ចាំងពីមតិ​របស់អង្គការយូនីសេហ្វឡើយ។



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នៅពេលខ្ញុំបានទៅដល់ការិយាល័យរបស់ UNICEF ដំបូង ពួកយើងបានជួបជុំគ្នាផ្លាស់ប្ដូរយោបល់គ្នាទៅវិញទៅមកពីរឿងនេះរឿងនោះ ជាពិសេសយើងរកឃើញថាគ្មាននរណាម្នាក់ចូលចិត្តរឿងនយោបាយនោះទេ។ រហូតដល់ថ្ងៃជួបគ្នាចុងក្រោយដែលបានបងស្រីដារ័ត្នតី អ្នកសម្របសម្រួលកម្មវិធីម្នាក់ទៀត មកផ្ដែផ្ដាំឲ្យពួកយើងខិតខំសរសេរបន្ត និងកុំឱ្យខ្វល់ជាមួយ “haters” ។ បងស្រីនិយាយហើយ គាត់ក៏លាពួកយើង (ខ្ញុំវិញឡើងក្ដុកក្ដួលក្នុងឱរាដែរ)។

Thursday, October 27, 2016

New Experience: An Internship

By Monineath Bunyay

This blog was developed as part of the Voices of Youth blogging internship assignment requirement. Views expressed here are those of the author's and do not necessarily represent or reflect the views of UNICEF.

#EXCITED Me and two of my awesome colleagues after our meeting. @UNICEF Cambodia
A new experience, especially something that has to do with work, isn’t much fun to me. Work could be fun sometimes, but as a sophomore in high school with tons of school work, maybe ‘fun’ isn’t the right word to describe the internship. To be honest, it is more like extra work, which means extra stress.  However, despite the stress I received during my period of internship, I also learned many things - from both my colleagues and the UNICEF communication officers.

I came across this Local Voices of Youth UNICEF internship about 3 months ago on the UNICEF Cambodia Facebook page. After I told my parents, just like many other parents in the world, they were glad that I was going to apply for it. In fact, they REALLY wanted me to try it out. At first glance, I saw ‘writing’, which is probably not the best thing I would choose to do. I could say that I’m not a fan of writing whatsoever. The next thing I saw was that the internship would start on August the 1st. That was when I started panicking because my sophomore school year was going to start on August the 2nd. So, this made me think, ‘’Okay, maybe not this time, I wouldn’t want to already start to die on my first week of school.’’ After that, I shutdown my computer and went to have dinner with my family.

I then told my parents that the internship starts a day before school starts but the response they gave me was, ‘’Do it anyways.’’ As a good and respectful daughter, I did it. In addition to my parents pushing me, I also knew that this internship would help me with my future scholarship and college applications. So, I submitted the application form, and wrote the mandatory essay with my free time.

I truly didn’t think that I would be chosen to be one of the interns but after a week, I received an email and it said, ‘’You have been selected as one of the 4 Local Voices of Youth blogging interns for the upcoming internship – congratulations!’’ Despite the fact that I would be facing extra work for the next 7 weeks, I was overjoyed. That was the start of “My first internship ever!’’

Final Bus Ride

By Sreynet Chem

This blog was developed as part of the Voices of Youth blogging internship assignment requirement. Views expressed here are those of the author's and do not necessarily represent or reflect the views of UNICEF.

©Sreynet Chem

It's 12:56 in the afternoon on October 4th. The clock is ticking forward while I'm scribbling this final note as a Local Voices of Youth blogger. It's painstaking to let it sink in because why would one admit to let go of something she sewed herself into?

I remember turning up on the first day at the UNICEF office. I got lost! How typical. It's safe to say navigating is not my merit point from many experiences including this one. I find this embarrassing since there was a sign that read "UNICEF Cambodia" and I was too anxious inside to even notice  the sign right at the corner of my eye. It took me quite some time to reach the office. Thanks to anxiety, I was once again in another awkward situation with.. the security guard. It was as horrifying as it sounds. After sorting the tense moment, I walked into the office with my whole body trembling - just social anxiety things. First day of meeting new people was tough, but I really found myself in a position I’ve always wanted to be.

The internship was one of the greatest chances that came knocking on my door. I learned a lot of things on the first day. I learned that none of us like politics. Whenever any one of us brought up the topic, some of us would scrunch up our nose. Makara was the one who furrowed her brows the whole time or maybe it's just her normal expression. The best part of the day was that everyone was fueled with enthusiasm to share their perspectives on global issues. I could just sit there being myself and listen to them all day talking about what they believe to matter.

My Voices of Youth Internship

By Sophavatey Leak 

This blog was developed as part of the Voices of Youth blogging internship assignment requirement. Views expressed here are those of the author's and do not necessarily represent or reflect the views of UNICEF.

©AdinaVoicu/CC0

I found out about the Local Voices of Youth blogging internship through a Facebook post that my friend shared. Without much thought, I decided to apply just two days before the deadline and was luckily accepted. My internship started back in August. At that time, I did not know what to expect, as I would not normally share my writings to my even closest friends or family members. The only people who got  to see my writings were teachers who graded my papers or exam.

Never have I ever thought that I would share my intimate thoughts with so many people.

But now that this internship is coming to an end, it means that I would have to write about my feelings and stuff again, which I am equally not as good as when I was writing my introductory post. *I panicked a little bit inside again hahah.*

Here are what I took away from this Local VOY internship.

Thankful

By Rathana Puth

This blog was developed as part of the Voices of Youth blogging internship assignment requirement. Views expressed here are those of the author's and do not necessarily represent or reflect the views of UNICEF.

Cr. Drummstixx

This is my last blog post on thelocal Voices of Youth blogging internship. It has been a great experience for me. I have worked with a great team - we enjoy sharing our ideas and we are good friends. I have learnt a lot from this internship. I started writing about my life problems, and it changed my view about myself. In this past two months, I have develop my writing skill a lot.

My favorite post was my second post I think it was the first time that I opened up  about my life. After the second post, I received so many support from my friends and mostly online readers. That was such a wonderful moment for me and I can't be thankful enough for that.

In this last post I would like to thank UNICEF Cambodia for initiating the local  Voices of Youth and  letting me take this incredible journey for the past two months. For letting me express myself by putting my thoughts and feelings down on this blog. I never thought I'd have an opportunity like this. Also I'd like to give a big fat thanks to our editor in this internship. She help me so much on my writing skill. She's been giving me ideas on how to write better and even shared her own experience on blogging with us. I really appreciate  everything she did and I'm looking forward to work with her again.

Finally, I wanted to say that there is nothing we can't do. Sometimes you just need a little help.

អត់ទោស! តើអ្នកចេះភាសាខ្មែរទេ?

By Macara Vorn and Monineath Bunyay

This blog was developed as part of the Voices of Youth blogging internship assignment requirement. Views expressed here are those of the author's and do not necessarily represent or reflect the views of UNICEF.


To my fellow young Cambodians,

NOTICE: If you’re good with our language, Khmer, then it’s cool. Just read this for fun, or for a bit of a reminder. For those who can’t properly speak our language, you guys are the targets. *wink* We decided to put together this post because we believe that globalization has impacted Khmer language, one of the most crucial parts of our country’s identity. -Macara and Monineath

Okay, yes, globalization is a great thing! The nations of the world get to connect and share ideas as we all work together to find goodness in this world. Even our t-shirts are results of economic globalization - with cotton that originated in China, sewed in Mexico with machines from Japan, and shipped with American ships to Cambodia. As the nations of the world, we just happen to need resources from one another to thrive. Cultural globalization made international films and songs available to our eyes and ears. Technological globalization is the reason why we have trendy smartphones in our hands; with those smartphones,  we have access to social media, where we can connect with people, whether near or far. Political globalization allows governments to work together to bring about world peace.

But there is one problem- an enormous one indeed. We, as Cambodians, are losing a sense of our identity. We are losing our language through this excessive foreign influences. Language is indeed a part of the Cambodian identity - it makes us stand out from the crowd.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Children and Mothers in Hard-to-Reach Communities Receive Essential Care

By Navy Kieng

The health centre midwife Chhim Ren provides antenatal care to Min Phath at Tmat Peoy village community centre 
©UNICEF Cambodia/2016/Kieng 

Min Phath, 27, is six months pregnant with her second child. She’s lying down on a colourful mattress under the thatched roof of Tmat Peoy’s community centre in Preah Vihear Province, northern Cambodia. A trained health midwife from the Takoeung Health Center gently examines her belly. Though this is Phath’s second pregnancy, this the first antenatal check up she’s ever had. The World Health Organization recommends a minimum of four antenatal care appointments to protect both the mother and child.

But this type of care has simply been out of Phath’s reach.

“Because of poverty, I have to work every day and have no time to go to the health centre,” she says. “It is too far.”

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Just Keep Pushing On

By Rathana Puth

This blog was developed as part of the Voices of Youth blogging internship assignment requirement. Views expressed here are those of the author's and do not necessarily represent or reflect the views of UNICEF.

©Eric Thomas

One day in the middle of a party I was sitting next to my dad, his wife, and her two children. My dad was drinking and I could tell he was drunk. At that time, my step brother was playing and talking so loud that everyone seemed to get annoyed by him, even myself. But I didn't say anything because I knew that was how kids play. But my dad wasn't a patient person, so he shouted at  the boy to stop playing. Finally he said, "You are not my son".

That sentence drove my attention towards my dad and the boy. We weren't really close but I felt really sorry for the boy. There was nothing I could do but watch, and from the look on his face, I could tell he was really upset and was about to cry. At that moment it reminded me of when I used to hear those words from my own mom and how it had hurt so much. And how I had to live in a difficult life after my parents’ divorce, how I had to deal with a lot of emotions running through my head and sometimes I wasn’t even sure how to keep myself strong.  

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Helping vulnerable children and young people find hope again

By Sorita Heng

Young people receive electrical training at Mith Samlanh’s vocational training centre in Phnom Penh.
©Mith Samlanh/Cambodia/2016


Bona* was 14 years old when he left home in 2013 and joined thousands of other children living on the streets of Phnom Penh. 

Bona had run away from his home after his father, who was having an affair, became violent towards his mother. The night before Bona’s Grade 9 National Exam, his father not only beat up his mother but also his siblings, causing Bona to miss his exam the next day.

Soon after, his house caught fire and his parents got divorced. His father moved to Phnom Penh and his mother moved to her sister’s house. Ashamed by his family and depressed, Bona took a bus to Phnom Penh.

“I was very young then and I had no idea where to look for jobs,” Bona said. “So I went straight to the Riverside. I managed to feed myself with money that was left over from when I had come to Phnom Penh. But when it got dark, I was pretty scared,” he added.

Friday, October 14, 2016

A Story of Hope

By Sreynet Chhem

This blog was developed as part of the Voices of Youth blogging internship assignment requirement. Views expressed here are those of the author's and do not necessarily represent or reflect the views of UNICEF.


© Spiral Art

Anyone who sits on cold pavement next to a loud coffee shop is old. That's what I assume. It is because the energy used up all these years does not do any good for the numerous getting up's and the sitting down's, so they have to sit in one place if they were to beg.
I sit on the pavement and watch cars chasing around for a good one hour. In a night where the chill crushes against the skin of every species strolling down the street, there is a little girl sitting on the pavement alone in the darkest night of September. From her chapped lips, I suppose she's been out here in the cold for more than five hours. She is holding a microphone to her heart. I look into her chocolate doe eyes. They remind me of every soothing thing I’ve ever laid my eyes upon in the world.  Her gaze is roaming the street in search for an audience who's willing to hear her. To make the sky her backdrop and the city her stage. This 12-year-old girl sitting next to me, I can hear her thoughts pumping loudly along with her heartbeat. She's only 12 years old and she's been dreaming of becoming a singer.

យុវជន និងការច្នៃប្រឌិត

ដោយ​​ ល័ក្ខ សុផាវត្តី

អត្ថបទប្លក់នេះត្រូវបានសរសេរឡើងជាផ្នែកនៃលក្ខខណ្ឌតម្រូវការងាររបស់កម្មសិក្សាជំនាញសរសេរប្លក់ក្នុងនៃកម្មវិធី​សំទ្បេងយុវជន។ ការបញ្ចេញមតិនៅទីនេះគឺជាការយល់ឃើញរបស់អ្នកសរសេរ និងមិនតំណាងឲ្យ ឬឆ្លុះបញ្ចាំងពីមតិ​របស់អង្គការយូនីសេហ្វឡើយ។


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© Em Chanithykol


នាងខ្ញុំបានជួប​ ឯម ចន្ទ័រិទ្ធិកុរ​ ដំបូងតាមរយៈការចូលរួមកម្មវិធី SEALNET Youth Leadership Summit 2016​ កាលពីខែមិថុនានៅប្រទេសសិង្ហបូរី។​ សព្វថ្ងៃកុរមានអាយុម្ភៃឆ្នាំ​ និងជាយុវជនម្នាក់ដែលមានការច្នៃប្រឌិតខ្ពស់។ បច្ចុប្បន្នកុរបានបង្កើតផលិតផល DoyDoy​ ដែលជាប្រដាប់ក្មេងលេងធ្វើឡើងដោយម៉ាសីុនបោះពុម្ព3D​ បន្ទាប់ពីទទួលបានការបណ្តុះបណ្តាលក្នុងវគ្គជំនាញខ្លីលើការច្នៃផលិតផលដោយប្រើប្រាស់បច្ចេកវិទ្យាទំនើបដូចជា អេឡិចត្រូនិច គ្រឿងយន្ត និងការបោះពុម្ព3D​របស់កម្មវិធី Think Global Make Local នៃUSAID។ DoyDoy គឺ​ជាល្បែងទុយោសាងសង់សម្រាប់កុមារដែលមានអាយុ ៥ឆ្នាំឡើង។     វាក៏សាកសមសម្រាប់និស្សិតផ្នែកវិស្វកម្មសំណង់ស៊ីវិល ស្ថាបត្យកម្ម រួមទាំងយុវវ័យទូទៅផងដែរ។ ក្នុងប្រអប់ DoyDoy​ មួយមានទុយោវែង ៥០ និងទុយោខ្លី ៣០ ដែលមានពណ៌ចម្រុះ និងសន្លាក់ជ័រចំនួន ២៥ ដែលបង្កើតឡើងពីការបោះពុម្ព 3D និងជាផលិតផលមិនប៉ះពាល់ដល់បរិស្ថាន ព្រោះវាជាប្លាស្ទិចពោត។

ខ្ញុំក៏បានចូលខ្លួនជួបសម្ភាសន៍ជាមួយកុរ ដើម្បីសាកសួរបន្ថែម ពីចំណាប់អារម្មណ៍កុរ   ក្នុងនាមជាសហគ្រិនវ័យក្មេងមួយរូប។

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Bringing safe water to school children in Cambodia’s rural areas

By Dominique Dufieux

Ravuth with his friends drinking clean water
© Teuk Saart 1001

Ranuth Run, 9, lives in Trakoun village in Kampong Cham province. He lives in a traditional medium-sized house with his father who works as a driver for a private company, his mother who works as a tailor, and his two siblings. Ranuth is in Grade 2 at Puthekaram Elementary School, around 500 metres from his home. He is a gentle, hardworking child who likes to play games with his friends and wants to be a musician when he grows up. Every school day, Ranuth rides his bicycle to school, where he has access to safe drinking water.

Ranuth’s school receives free bottles of filtered water through a project implemented by the NGO, Teuk Saat 1001, with support from UNICEF. The 20-litre bottled drinking water is processed at a water treatment system established by the NGO as part of a project which assists communes in establishing businesses to treat water, and package and sell safe bottled water to rural communities.

The 20-litre blue bottles are sold to people in the community at a modest price of 30 cents each for refills (the initial cost is US$4 for the refillable water bottle), while green bottles are delivered for free to schools, such as Ranuth’s school. The different colours ensure that the water is only consumed in schools and not sold elsewhere.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Deaf students reaping rewards from unique training initiative

By Colin Rehel 


Pisey graduates from the Sala Bai Hotel Training School.
© Krousar Thmey

Young Cambodians with disabilities face an uphill struggle to earn a living wage, gain their independence 
and become empowered members of society.

It is hard to get ahead in life if you are marginalized and denied the critical educational and training opportunities others can access more easily.

Twenty-three year-old Pisey from Kampong Chan province was one such person until he got a life-changing opportunity from the Krousar Thmey foundation. This Cambodian aid organization provides unique educational prospects for deaf or blind children.