In the year 2001, a young boy named Khangkhishu journeyed from the hills of Eastern Nagaland in Myanmar to the busy town of Dimapur, India. He came not for adventure or riches, but with a heart full of hope to study and change his future.
But what awaited him was not the classroom. It was a life of quiet suffering, hidden from the eyes of the world.
Khangkhishu was left in the care of foster parents with the promise that he would receive an education. But that promise was broken. Instead of sitting at a desk with books in his hands, he was handed brooms, buckets, and tools. He was made to sweep floors, clean animal sheds, search for pig’s food, carry water, and perform hard physical labor from dawn until late at night.
Even more painful than the work was the hunger. Food was never enough.He was often punished, shouted at, and regularly beaten especially by the foster mother, who treated him with cruelty and no compassion. One night, after a harsh scolding, Khangkhishu was forced to sleep outside with the dog, and was told that he was no better than an animal.
Imagine a child being told he is worthless.
Khangkhishu emotional wounds were deep. He was just a boy thirsting for love, for education, for a kind word. But with no phone to call his parents and no one to tell, he carried his suffering in silence. His parents were far away, unaware that their son was slowly breaking down inside.
For two long years, Khangkhishu lived in fear, rejection, and pain. But in the middle of 2003, something changed. By the grace of God, he found a way to escape from that cruel home. He was taken in by his uncle Paul, who welcomed him with love, care, and support. For the first time in years, Khangkhishu felt safe.
With his uncle, Khangkhishu was finally able to go to school, receive an education, and discover his true identity not as a servant, but as a beloved child of God.
Today, Khangkhishu has completed his Master of Divinity and is actively serving in God’s ministry. He speaks of his painful past not with bitterness, but with a heart full of forgiveness and purpose.
His testimony reminds us that even in the darkest valleys, God is at work.
Khangkhishu’s life is a powerful reminder to all of us, child abuse can happen in silence, right under our noses. As a society, as churches, and as families, we must open our eyes and hearts to the suffering of children who are often too afraid to speak.
May Khangkhishu story stir our conscience, move us to compassion, and lead us to protect every child like Khangkhishu, because every child deserves love, dignity, and a future filled with hope.
God bless!
~ Samson Angnao
