Bhutan, one of the world’s largest and oldest Buddhist nations, has long been the scene of anti-Rastafari sentiment.
The country is the site of the country’s first two Rastas and, with its diverse ethnic mix of Hindus, Buddhists and Muslims, Bhutan is the most important Buddhist state in the world.
But over the past few years, the number of Rastarians in the country has exploded, with more than 30,000 adherents at one point, according to the Baha’i Faith Information Center.
While some are simply seeking refuge from the religious violence in their countries, others are also searching for a sense of belonging, which is what spurred the publication of a Bahaí news report last year.
This story tells the story of that search.
As a Bola-Hindu, I found refuge in the Himalayas after fleeing a religious conflict in the 1980s in South Asia.
I became part of a community that grew up around Buddhist monks who helped guide me to spiritual enlightenment.
They also taught me the importance of forgiveness.
As I became more aware of the problems that have afflicted the Buddhist community in India, I decided to seek refuge in Nepal, which was one of my first stops in the journey to understand Buddhism.
I joined a Buddhist temple, a monastery and began attending classes, but the violence was still there.
I was left to fend for myself.
As the years went by, I had to confront some of the more troubling aspects of my identity.
When I left Nepal in 1992, I left behind my Tibetan, Hindu and Rastafi communities.
It was an era of intense repression and discrimination, and the religious persecution of the Bola people.
Since the late 1980s, Bhutans have been subject to widespread attacks by Hindu extremists, often in India.
In 2005, India enacted the so-called “anti-Rama” law, banning religious groups, including the Bolets, from operating in the northern state of Uttarakhand.
This law has created an environment of fear, and many Bhutas in the state are deeply affected by the violence.
In 2011, I came to know of a young Buddhist student, who was also fleeing religious persecution in the area.
He had also converted to Buddhism, but had no place to go.
I had no choice but to help him.
Together, we began to make our way to the Himalayan border town of Jammu in India and then to a nearby village in the neighboring Bhutanese capital of Kathmandu.
It wasn’t easy.
I couldn’t speak Nepali, and it was difficult for me to find a Buddhist host family.
After we settled in a rented apartment in Kathmanduc, I started looking for a Buddhist family in the town.
When we were about to find them, the host family came in and asked us to leave.
When he saw that I was in a wheelchair, he was furious.
He grabbed me by the neck and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.
Just leave me alone!”
I had never experienced violence in my life, and I was scared.
He told me, “You’re not going to get a visa, so you’ll have to go home.”
I told him I didn’t have any choice and was going to go back.
We walked to the border town, but it was too dangerous to cross.
I took off my wheelchair, threw the blanket and my backpack into the river, and paddled to the other side.
A few minutes later, a police officer pulled me up by the shoulders, and told me that if I didn`t get out of my wheelchair in the river by midnight, I would be arrested.
I started walking towards the border, but I was soon surrounded by people.
One of them yelled at me, and then another, yelling at me to stop.
I stopped, but another man grabbed my leg, saying, “If you’re going to leave, I will make you leave.”
I kept walking, trying to calm myself down, but then I felt that something was wrong.
I thought I was going crazy.
I told myself I wasn’t in danger, but my eyes were getting really heavy.
I felt like I had a seizure.
I didn t know what to do.
I don t know if I could walk.
I walked into the forest and I felt very exhausted.
I got out of the forest, went to the house of the house I had been at, and sat down.
I saw a man with a beard, who told me to sit down and then I heard another man shouting at me.
I said, No, please, I am not in danger.
I am just tired.
He said, I have a knife, and if you leave, you will be killed.
I just stood there and tried to calm down.
When the next day came, I was walking along a road, when I