My approach to serving may not be the easiest way to enter into meaningful relationships with Rohingya families - but it certainly is worthwhile, fruitful, and such a privilege. I remain thankful, …
Rafika’s First Memory
Rafika and I sat on a mat in her shelter in the refugee camp, drinking 3-in-1 instant coffee. I watched her rock her little daughter to sleep, wondering to myself how her daughter might fare growing …
The Power of Stories
One evening, I felt like I needed to visit one of my good Rohingya friends. As I left my apartment, I took a small packet of English stories with me. This English story packet contained several short …
An End to the Pattern
“There was another fire early this morning. It was their apartment complex.” I felt sick. Not again. This was not the kind of message I expected to receive, especially on a holiday. I searched the …
I Wish My Son Had That
My husband and I recently welcomed our first child, a son. Since several Rohingya women in our neighborhood were also expecting their first child, it was special to share the pregnancy and …
The Bleeding Woman
After several Eid visits as I was walking home, a Rohingya man began to follow me and try to get my attention. At first I did not realize he was calling out to me so I ignored him, but after it was …