I sat at my kitchen table yesterday, across from my daughter, and, through tears, read another article about the more than 200 Nigerian girls abducted from their school to be sold into forced marriage.
I cried and my 2-year-old daughter asked, "Mama sad?" and kissed my cheek.
I cried because I CANNOT imagine the pain and helplessness the parents of those girls are going through, but I know how much I LOVE my daughter and it is an overwhelming, protective, intense love that I would die for without a second thought.
I cried because I work in this sector and some days I feel like there is more bad news than good.
I cried because I feel helpless in the face of this kind of evil, because I know this is not what Allah really requires of his followers, but some people use his name in vain for evil purposes.
We work and we fight and we try and some days, all we can do is pray. Because there is hope. I have to believe there is hope.
I cried and my 2-year-old daughter asked, "Mama sad?" and kissed my cheek.
I cried because I CANNOT imagine the pain and helplessness the parents of those girls are going through, but I know how much I LOVE my daughter and it is an overwhelming, protective, intense love that I would die for without a second thought.
I cried because I work in this sector and some days I feel like there is more bad news than good.
I cried because I feel helpless in the face of this kind of evil, because I know this is not what Allah really requires of his followers, but some people use his name in vain for evil purposes.
We work and we fight and we try and some days, all we can do is pray. Because there is hope. I have to believe there is hope.
