My name is Hafza. It is 1998 and I am living in Islamabad where we arrived
in 1992 after three weeks of travelling from Kabul in Afghanistan. My father
was a civil engineer who worked for a German company before the Russians
changed my life forever. We had a beautiful house, servants; we spent our
summer vacations in Germany or France. Mummy used to go to parties and Daddy
knew many people, now they are both dead and I am living with relatives in a
small house.
Everyone told my father that things were getting out of hand and he should
leave Kabul; with his connections he could easily live in Europe and get any
job that he wanted. He replied that if he had wanted to settle in Europe he
would have stayed in Germany as he had graduated from Munich University. He
thought that since he had a technical education and was foreign educated the
Russians would let him stay. They did let him stay; both he and my mother were
killed in a mortar attack. I was an only child, thirteen years old, when the
Russians attacked in 1991.
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Rachel MacDonald writes about how the untimely death of Kilama Geoffrey Oyik
in Uganda has left a mark on the lives of Whitmore Park United Church in Regina.
"At Whitmore Park United Church in Regina, Canada, we are thankful that we
have been able to take part in this wonderful programme, RESPECT. Our students,
teachers and congregation have really benefitted through our participation.
Fourteen of our Sunday School students have exchanged one set of letters with
fourteen students in Agoro Refugee Settlement, Uganda, and we have done several
things to learn about refugees, refugee life, and Uganda. As our minister said
recently, sending these letters is about sending love across the world, and
sharing our lives with people far away. Our faith calls us to love our neighbours,
and we have found out sometimes this can be painful.
In previous e-zines, you have read of the recent, tragic death of Kilama
Geoffrey Oyik, from Agoro Refugee Settlement, Uganda. Our group was heartbroken
to read of this, most especially because we realized he was one of our pen pals.
His life touched ours, and we grieve with you, his friends and family, for such a
kind person, to die by such violence. There is no need for this in this world. And
we will keep working to make things better.
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