Cry from What Was Left Behind
After the tragedy that took away our home and left our hearts broken, we were faced with the painful reality of finding a new place to call home. With the little strength and help we could gather, we built a small shelter using old, rusted iron sheets.
The house is very small, yet it tries to hold a family of ten. Each night is a struggle — there is hardly enough space to sleep, and the cold creeps in through the thin walls. When it rains, the water leaks inside, soaking our clothes and bedding. It is especially hard for our youngest child, who is less than two years old, as the place offers little warmth or protection.
We are also battling daily needs — food, school fees for my younger siblings, and basic survival. Life has not been easy, but we continue to trust that YAH,who gives strength to the weary, will open doors for us.
Every little support, prayer, or act of kindness means the world to us. We still believe that one day, we will rise again and find peace under a safer roof.