1. The Law of The Jungle

I had been set up. I had been given the gram of shit so the police could arrest me and bang me up in prey sar prison for five years…

The little girl’s face was beautiful, yet unfinished. I look into her one eye, which looks back at me. How old is she? Four? Five? Her hair is cut short. Her little friend has one eye oversize, top lid hanging low. Her right cheek, like her friend, is swollen, also unfinished, unique in its beauty, like her friend. Her hair is longer.
Sot s’art, I say. Sot veng, nung sot klai. Pontai sot s’art tain pi.
(Your hair is beautiful, I say. Yours is long, and yours is short, but both are beautiful.)
The two unique children share a glance and giggle into each others’ arms. Their eyes meeting are two stars colliding in the universe – an explosion of light – a champagne supernova in front of my eyes and everyone watching.
It’s then I realize the gram of crystal meth I’d been given by the Bong Tom the night before was not because I was the new James Bond. Was not because I was now accepted into the Cambodian gangland underworld and could now get drugs for free.
I had been set up. I had been given the gram of gear so the police could arrest me and bang me up in prey sar prison for five years.
I think back to the moment the Bong Tom had given me the little plastic bag.
You are jit l’aor , she had said, with a rising tone, like a question.
Yes, I’m jit l’aor (a good heart) I’d replied.
And now, as I see the two deformed little preahneang’s eyes explode in love and light I realize I am being tried on the street.
Whoever says there is no law in Cambodia is mistaken and knows nothing of this street justice system.
I had made a ten year journey from HTB church in London’s Knightsbridge to a homeless, penniless crystal meth addict on the streets of Phnom Penh and I was being tried and judged on the street.
Was I jit l’aor or jit akrok ? Did I have a good heart or a bad heart?
A good heart would see me free. A bad heart would see me spend the next 5 years in Cambodia’s notorious overcrowded Prey Sar prison.
How had I come from being a passionate born again Christian missionary – 10 years in the church before being called to Cambodia – to being homeless, friendless, and penniless on the streets of Phnom Penh – facing 5 – 10 years in a Cambodian prison?
What had happened?
And what will happen?
A fallen, broken, missionary on meth in Cambodia: penniless, homeless, friendless – would God, like 99.9% of my Christian brothers and sisters, turn His face away from me and abandon me?
Or would He pour out His and save me?
Follow my blog for the next chapter of my true story: Breaking Bad in Cambodia: Missionary on Meth.

Author: Mark Dark

Actor Teacher Writer Breaking Bad for Christ – a Novel. Actor turned Christian missionary turns his back on his Hollywood dreams to combat sex trafficking in Cambodia – and finds himself deep underground in a dangerous world of drugs, gangs and violence. Based on a true story. https://steveedwardsthoughts.wordpress.com/

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