The war against the disabled petrified us. We became like stone - statues of volcanic ash. Trauma mounted on trauma. Coming from a developing nation, I expected a slow pace of change. Having barefoot walked the paths of mud and rocks, I wondered if the roads would ever be paved with gold.
My sister, I have a story to tell you, if you would be kind enough to listen.
He pinned me down. He pried my walking stick from my hand. Another man ripped off my dress. How many men were involved will forever be a mystery to me. I couldn’t see. I’m blind. I barely escaped with my life.
It was a crime against humanity. I testified against my attackers in our village, but I couldn’t name them. Who will speak on my behalf? I am afraid to make the journey from home to the center of town alone anymore.
Our country has never before experienced these lows. We have lost our morals. Children steal; they are no longer in school. There was no bread in the market today. Yesterday, there was no electricity. The day before our internet was blocked.
I am a woman. Who will protect me? My family has chosen to migrate to a refugee camp across the border. I couldn’t accompany them. The journey was too demanding. I was left by myself without comfort or tears of solidarity. No one listens anymore.
Do what you will with my story, but please bring back our peace. The nation has become blind. By this, I do not mean justice is blind. I mean, the nation has experienced a dark night without stars or moonlight. The sun has set on our freedoms. The land is cold, barren, empty. We are starving. Death is a mercy. I don’t pray for it, but I see the necessity for life to begin again and brand new. I am old. Who will remember me, if not you?
I will always remember the way you showed me compassion by listening and placing your hand on the back of my neck. At once, I can let go of my troubles and grasp unfailing love. I am not alone. You are my sister in the struggle. My story is too heavy to carry alone. Bear it with me, it must be told. Thank you for visiting my home.
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