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Rebuilding in Mustang after the Earthquake


Encouragement and support from you, your wonderful family members and friends are like drops of rain upon the parched lands of Ghiling and Namgyal villages in Upper Mustang, Nepal.


Nepal Earthquake and Mustang

On the 25th of April, 2015, just before noon, a long-feared major earthquake struck Nepal with a magnitude of 7.8Mw, causing extensive damage to buildings and thousands of deaths and injuries. Countless people were left homeless and hopeless. Hundreds of aftershocks shook the country for several months. During that time, most communication media were out of reach. Luckily for us, though, we managed to obtain information about Mustang district, which is about as far away from the epicenter as Kathmandu.

In Ghiling and Namgyal villages, our major focus was on rebuilding houses and creating a safe environment. Namgyal and Ghiling both received tents and funds for timber and stones. We assisted 900 individuals and distributed more than 2,000 tin sheets to roof houses and schools in the village of Ghiling.

Tents, Tin Sheets and Funds

Tin sheets were scarce, forcing us to go to several cities (Kathmandu, Pokhara, and even Janakpur) to meet our targets. We were able to purchase 217 bundles of tin sheets (more than 2000 sheets) and ship them to Mustang. Due to the poor infrastructure and lack of roads in the area, people* (civilians/porters/laborers) had to make several trips carrying sheets on their backs, crossing landslide areas that were affected by the disaster. They did this across Mustang Gate bridge, The Samar Village, and finally at the waterfall near Sangpoche. People could only carry two tin sheets at a time on their backs. Imagine the nightmare and hardship of getting approximately 2,000 tin sheets across several obstacles, two at a time. We figured out that the transport cost would be much higher than our original estimates after factoring in porters and other expenses. It was a lot of pressure and stress for the people working in the fields, and we appreciate their hard work.


We arrived in Ghiling village with a plan for doing the relief work. But while we were waiting for the tin sheets we gathered stories from door-to-door and observed the houses in the village. The government survey done in April, soon after the quake, had only identified 14 houses as needing repair. But many more houses had been destroyed during the second earthquake in May. Those houses hadn’t been included in the government survey. We found that, out of 64 houses, 40 were completely demolished, and the rest had been demolished at least on one side and required a different approach. Only 2 or 3 houses were safe and unharmed.

Reconstruction faced many issues. In Ghiling, when they dig five feet down they need to remove 200-300 gallons of water – and that is in the dry part. The villagers also feared that a nearby glacial lake would burst and flood the area. Many families wanted us to rethink and re-plan the distribution process. We discussed with village heads, administrators, the head of the school, youth club members, monks, and seniors. Only with everyone’s approval did we distribute the tin sheets equally and fairly. For example, smaller households would receive fewer than the standard of 30 sheets, since they didn’t need the same sized roof, but they would receive more financial aid.

In Namgyal village, eleven out of the twenty mud houses suffered serious damage and were no longer inhabitable. Nine out of these eleven houses were two storey mud houses whose upper floors were either completely damaged or needed to be brought down to ensure the safety of residents and nearby houses. The rest of the houses had major cracks and the families could not afford to build new shelters. We wanted to understand the geology and the reason that the earthquake hit so badly. We found out that the main reasons were the soil, the land structure, and the land foundation. The soil is not strong because it is mixed with a lot of sandy stuff. As a result many of the houses didn’t have proper foundations. The village is also facing lots of challenges for irrigation and electricity.


Relief work for the Ghiling School and Ghiling & Namgyal Monasteries is still underway and in need of continuing support. More information and to support Namgyal Monastery, visit: namgon.org/site/. Contact us for more information about the Ghiling School and Monastery.

Children to Children

Ghiling School picnic 3600 m above sea level

On the 25th April 2015, a series of dramatic earthquakes struck Nepal and caused widespread destruction. Although the entire Nepalese nation suffered from the loss of life, property, and security during such a traumatic event, in Mustang (the remote Northeast region of Nepal) no one was injured. Nonetheless, three villages in Mustang were badly damaged, including one village named Ghiling. Out of the sixty-four households which comprised the village, forty houses were reduced to rubble and the local monastery and also part of the school building needed significant repairs. With most of this small village demolished, the families and their children were left to sleep outside with no shelter in the 25 degree Fahrenheit weather, alone amidst the mountains towering around them at 11,500 feet.

Because Ghiling is so remote, the impact of the earthquake was felt acutely. The families of this village survive mainly on subsistence farming and raising Pashmina goats. There are no Western medical facilities available to the people of this village; they rely on the knowledge of one doctor of traditional Tibetan medicine for their healthcare needs. The small school functions as a boarding school for villages even more remote and boasts nearly one hundred students and staff combined. The local Buddhist monastery is one of the oldest in Nepal, and yet the residents remain largely isolated from the rest of the country.

Sibling fundraisers from Bronxville, NYC

There was little hope that the families of Ghiling would be remembered in their distress by their own countrymen and even less by the international aid community. As the families of this remote village looked toward a future that made an already harsh winter seem bleaker still, ethnic Tibetan students in New York City rose to the challenge of raising support to aid Ghiling specifically. NY Tibetan Service Center’s SONYC middle school after school students and two siblings from Bronxville, NY began their efforts to supply funds to help rebuild the school and provide the children, their counterparts in another country, with a sense of security which had been shaken out from under them.

SONYC Middle Schools student fundraiser

NY Tibetan Service Center students held a multi-day sidewalk fundraiser, in which they sold Tibetan and Himalayan goods donated by their family members and friends (many of them who were from Nepal). All of the proceeds from that event went to support the students of Ghiling. Tentse Dolma and Tashi Dhargyal, went to their local school in Bronxville and raised funds from the school body there. These funds, along with others who donated through Yulha Fund, provided tents for the students to sleep in while their school and homes were being rebuilt. In addition, from the money that was raised, the students of Ghiling enjoyed an elaborate picnic, which worked to refresh their tired spirits.

From New York, a massive metropolis, to Ghiling a humble village, students supported students, reflecting the marvelous way that our world can be connected for the benefit of those in distress. Hospitality and care stretched around the world, restoring hope and homes from children to children.



Thinking in an Emergency Or, Free Tents as a Cautionary Tale

Thinking in an Emergency Or, Free Tents as a Cautionary Tale

By Sienna Craig

The seduction against thinking in an emergency comes, as we have seen, from two sources: first, from a false opposition between thinking and acting; second, from a plausible (but in the end, false) opposition between thinking and rapid action.

—Elaine Scarry, Thinking in an Emergency (2011: 14)

postimgIt was a rushed decision to accept the tents. But when Ngawang called me – he in New York, his family in his village in northern Nepal – his voice cracked. My mother is cold. She is sleeping on the ground. Not minutes later, news flashed across the Facebook feed: an old friend was organizing a massive effort to send donated tents to Nepal from the US and to work with Indian and Nepali manufacturers to make as many durable if impermanent shelters as quickly as possible. I reached out, asking if perhaps twenty of the donated tents could be set aside for this village in need. I mentioned that someone from my small New England town was heading to Nepal next week. There had been talk of baggage waivers –promissory notes against suffering.

And so I accepted the donation of twenty six-person tents. Send them to my office, I said. We’ll get them there next week. If they hadn’t been donated, I would call them an impulse buy.

The baggage waivers did not materialize but the tents arrived nonetheless. A colleague helped to carry them up from the UPS truck and unburden them of the cardboard in which they were wrapped. I cleared a large corner of my office, stacked the smooth, mineral gray duffels against the wall. Each weighed about twenty-five pounds; two could fit into a suitcase. Four would max out a normal amount of allotted weight on all of the passenger airlines heading to Kathmandu. Suddenly, the weight of these gifts felt enormous. I recalled a dear friend and fellow Nepal scholar telling me that she was in a large Costco-like box store days after the first earthquake. She stared at a wall of camping equipment and a tent display and just burst into tears. I felt like doing the same. I wished that there were a way to bend matter, to reassign reality to these folds of polyester with their aluminum spines and beam them across the world.

As I registered this cluster of pristine shelters in my office, I began to regret my decision. For all the good intentions, execution is everything in an emergency. Instead of focusing more energy on fundraising, writing, or connecting with people, I was now going to figure out this transportation puzzle. And such efforts may belie actual needs, by the time they reach their destination. Still, the good son remained desperate to get these shelters to his village. He considered using the hard-earned funds he had been raising for village reconstruction to pay airlines to deliver these tents to Kathmandu. But when we began to do the math – how much tin could a baggage fee buy? – the logic of this choice fell away. We all redoubled efforts to raise the tens of thousands of dollars that would be needed to create temporary shelters to get people through the summer but also, if needed, through winter.

As for the tents, we would have to rely, instead, on slower movements and other forms of connection to deliver them. A Nepali medical student packed up the first two, as she headed off to provide direct medical relief in communities along the Kathmandu Valley rim. Four more went with the doctor accompanying her. These were delivered to one of my research assistants – also from the same village as Ngawang – in one of the first massive thunderstorms of the monsoon season. The moment broke pent up heat and dust, and seemed to release a certain form of collective frustration, even as it was the first test of just how well these and other forms of temporary shelter would do in the coming months.

The tents that remained in my office took on a life of their own. They were a reminder to everyone who visited of what had happened and was still happening in Nepal. The pile grew smaller again as I sent four more tents off to a friend in Wyoming who was heading to Nepal. Baggage waivers again not successful, these four tents are now traveling to Nepal with another friend, this time from Boulder, Colorado. I tried to rationalize the cost of shipping them by saying that it was less than the airline fees but still there was a pang when I swiped my credit card. Not to mention the strange and ironic sensibility that I was paying to move around different forms of petroleum product and fossil fuel in the hopes of providing relief.

That left ten. Ngawang and I found a Tibetan friend raised in Nepal and heading back to continue relief work who was willing to take them. This time the airline baggage waiver was secured.  But she was in New York. I called our local coach service, which runs between the Upper Connecticut River Valley and Grand Central Station, and asked about the next bus out. Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am, we cannot accept any unaccompanied baggage. In the new world order that is not such a new world order anymore, I could not send tents alone to New York in the barrel of a bus. To do so was a terrorist threat or the equivalent of abandoning a child.

So Ngawang came from New York to collect this precious cargo. We shoved as many as we could into travel-worn duffels that had made the trek between the US and Nepal many times. It felt as if to put these virgin shelters into such seasoned containers was to at some level prepare them for the journey that lay ahead: across oceans, into the stream of Kathmandu traffic on the backs of motorcycles, along the potholed Prithvi Highway to Pokhara, up the ‘green road’ to Mustang District, past waterfalls and the immanent threat of landslides, around switchbacks of cornmeal-colored powdery earth, past juniper forests, and, finally, home.

I wondered how the families would unwrap them when the arrived. In one moment of depression and desperation, I found myself obsessively reading the company website tent specifications: state-of-the-art aluminum, fine mesh windows, piping in a color the company called ‘orange Popsicle.’ Worlds collided. I wondered what locals would make of the E!power port and the E!luminate System that were features of this tent. Knowing the resourcefulness of the people involved, I imagined a soft luminescence of a solar bulb, salvaged from a home and strung up inside this 10”x10” structure. I could picture schoolchildren stacked cheek by jowl, playing games on someone’s mobile phone. Outside, their parents would sit cross-legged on saddle blankets and plastic mats, discussing which house to rebuild first, beginning to see stones falling into place.

And so, as much as I have come to view these tents critically – to see them as a cautionary tale against rapid action decoupled from careful thinking – they have also become weighty talismans. These tents are reminders that the possibilities for charity largesse are only ever as good as the nimbleness of implementation; that commodity chains come to live in the people who carry things, that ‘relief’ is a synonym for ‘those who figure out how to get things done.’ Across Nepal, the meeting of need has depended so much on Nepalis helping other Nepalis – people who might not have known each other before this disaster and who might not have thought to help each other if they did. Elaine Scarry reminds, “The habits of everyday life…often fail to serve in an emergency. But in the absence of our ordinary habits, a special repertoire of alternative habits may suddenly come forward” (2011: 15). Perhaps here are the seeds of new habits of mind. Naya Nepal, revisited.