Today I was honored to have visited a few of the 300,000 people who have been displaced as a result of this Saudi led coalition. I have never been surrounded by so much love, than with these angels. It was a pleasure to have met them and have had a conversation with them. I left with so much happiness. I was gleeful, over the moon!
However, it breaks my heart to see how poorly they are living. They reside in governmental schools. We are speaking of people who had homes. Theyaren't beggars from the street.
No water, no electricity & no clothes. A whole family which could get to the size of 10 people live in the small space of a "classroom". A literal classroom. Let's speak food-wise they have such small amounts of food yet today while the children were each given a biscuit and a juice box, you would expect any normal child would just dig in. Especially since it's Ramadan and none of the adults could take it away. One of the kids, a boy around 7 years old gave me his biscuits. This was our conversation;
"These biscuits are for you"
"No, I won't take them they are yours!"
"Wallah you'll take them"
*Put it in my hand and starts walking away*
"I won't take them because I am fasting"
"It's okay eat them later when you break your fast"
I was left dumbfounded because I can assure you any other privileged 7 year old would have selfishly eaten it.
It is a very tough life they are living, but regardless they are full of pride and dignity. You can't help but respect these people.
Of course this isn't the end of the day. They danced and sang for me! They showed me their coloring books and explained how the feel slightly safer here. They even took photos of me. I couldn't help but teach them how to take photos and man are they fast learners! It's crazy how people who have lost so much can still manage to see the brighter side of life. To still have faith that tomorrow will be better.
Such precious, precious souls.
However, it breaks my heart to see how poorly they are living. They reside in governmental schools. We are speaking of people who had homes. Theyaren't beggars from the street.
No water, no electricity & no clothes. A whole family which could get to the size of 10 people live in the small space of a "classroom". A literal classroom. Let's speak food-wise they have such small amounts of food yet today while the children were each given a biscuit and a juice box, you would expect any normal child would just dig in. Especially since it's Ramadan and none of the adults could take it away. One of the kids, a boy around 7 years old gave me his biscuits. This was our conversation;
"These biscuits are for you"
"No, I won't take them they are yours!"
"Wallah you'll take them"
*Put it in my hand and starts walking away*
"I won't take them because I am fasting"
"It's okay eat them later when you break your fast"
I was left dumbfounded because I can assure you any other privileged 7 year old would have selfishly eaten it.
It is a very tough life they are living, but regardless they are full of pride and dignity. You can't help but respect these people.
Of course this isn't the end of the day. They danced and sang for me! They showed me their coloring books and explained how the feel slightly safer here. They even took photos of me. I couldn't help but teach them how to take photos and man are they fast learners! It's crazy how people who have lost so much can still manage to see the brighter side of life. To still have faith that tomorrow will be better.
Such precious, precious souls.
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