What I miss most about my life in Sudan is my father. He went to the market that day and has been missing ever since. Every day I pray for his safety and for the safety of all those affected by this war. Before the war, Ramadan was a time of warmth, unity, and giving. During Iftar, the meal to break the fast at sunset, we would gather with our neighbors and family, sharing water and food with anyone passing by - it was a time to offer a welcoming hand to all. Every few days, a different family would host a communal Iftar. This tradition brought us closer as a community, sharing blessings and joy during the holy month. But now, we have been displaced to Egypt, and our situation is difficult. While we have found safety, the uncertainty of the future looms large. But despite the hardships, Ramadan is still a warm reminder of the importance of coming together. As I write this today, separated from my father, I hold on to the memory of those gatherings, and the spirit of Ramadan keeps me going. This Ramadan, I ask for your continued support for displaced families. In these uncertain times, your kindness can bring hope and safety to those in need. |
