I’m reading this book right now and it’s literally ruining my day… This is a story from chapter one.
“Sadly, young mothers such as Isatu Turay in Sierra Leone are not an anomaly in the twenty-first century. Isatu and her husband were living in a refugee camp in Sierra Leone along with their four young children. One morning heavily armed men entered their house and demanded all their possessions. The rebels became upset when Isatu and her husband had only thirty thousand leones (local currency) to give them. On the sopt the rebels killed Isatu’s younger sister who was also living there and brutally murdered Isatu’s husband right before her eyes.
Isatu gathered her children and fled from the refugee camp into the bush, where she ran into another group of rebels who were lining peopl eup and chopping off their hands. Isatu says, “I was praying heavily, and then my two-year-old daughter started to cry. They said the child was causing lots of noise for them. One of them took her from we while another dug a hole to bury her alive. I could not do anything, and my baby cried until she died.”
I’m undone…what the hell are we doing?
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