| Short story time. |
My mom and dad were only in their 20’s when they made the decision to flee from Iran, in search of freedom and opportunity. There was no such thing as “packing your bags” when you are leaving the country. You take what your pockets can hold and leave. They ended up in Germany, in a refugee camp. At that time my brother was only 7 months old. Imagine being in a new country, not knowing the language, uncertain how things will turn out along with a new baby—that is bravery far beyond measure. My parents went through many hardships in that camp... Cold nights without hot water or blankets; days where my mom had to use scraps of whatever she had to use as clothes and diapers for her baby. It seemed as though giving up looked like the best option. However, my parents continued to pray, knowing God’s plan would be written soon. They, along with many other families from Sri Lanka, Nigeria, Morocco, Iraq, etc. had a vision of seeking a better future for their children and their children’s children. Risking their own life to provide for their family.... That. Is. Love.
With everything going on in the media right now, I can’t help but feel broken hearted. We have a record number of refugees and immigrants in the world today, now is the time to continue to help and support our brothers and sisters.
Please support any organization that provides aid and relief for refugees. I am supporting the International Rescue Committee, IRC which are helping families in the Middle East, including Syria. Link in the bio section.