You can never get another set of parents
This is the personal story of a Congolese girl and it is called "You Can Never Get Another Set of Parents." The night the soldiers attacked her town, her father told her to run....to a friend who lived near the Rwandan border. He stayed in the house with a severely disabled daughter. He refused to leave her. Her father had run an orphanage and helped refugees.....she describes how she grew up wanting to help refugees.......and then ironically became one herself. She stands up by writing down the stories of the other girls in the Safe House....helping to give them a voice and let people know what they went through and, by so doing, educating people about the problems that refugees face. It is submitted by Heshima Kenya on her behalf.
When I was at home in xxxxxx, my dream was to help poor people and orphans and refugees. Then I became one of them... a refugee. Now it is not a dream. My name is XXXXX. I am 19 years old. I am from the Congo. I love all people except those who don’t use their conscience. I love Nigerian movies and ice cream. I love God and my family. I love birthdays, but they would be better if they were with my family. Because of war in the Congo I am now in Kenya without my family, without any relatives. I am confused. I don’t know what to do to make that dream come true. Now I am thinking that I can use ideas. I can write about what is happening to refugees. You can’t get another set of parents. But even when you’re an orphan, you still need parents who love you. I write this because I have experienced it. XXXXX is a refugee from Somalia. She was a child from a very rich family. But a tribal/political war started in her country. She had the bad luck to be accidentally shot in her right hand. Her brother is dead. Her father and her sisters are all dead. Now she is alone in another country. XXXXXX is a Congolese girl who also is from a rich family. She was the first of five sisters and one brother. She never thought she would ever be separated from her family, but when the fighting started in her town she was at home with her father and her invalid sister and her father told to run to a friend of his who lived near the Rwandan border. “I will not leave your sister, even if the soldiers come,” he told her. She never saw her parents ever again. I stand up by writing for refugees like xxxxxx who didn’t have people to defend them, who needed help, who had been abused in the world but nobody knew they needed help because there was no one to speak for them. I stand up by writing because many people are not aware of the problems refugees face. If you read this story, make your own conclusions and try to do what you think is good. Try and use your conscience.