I've read your letter and I want to thank you for showing sympathy to what happened to me. As you know, I cannot write this letter myself because my arms were amputated by the rebels.
When I discovered the fact that my village was going to be invaded by the Revolutionary United Front forces, my mother and I sought refuge to Guinea. But as time went by, I got homesick and missed my village terribly. When I heard the rumor that the Economic Community of West African States Monitoring Group had gained control over the village, I was desperate to go back. So I did. However, when I went back, the rumor turned out to be false and I encountered many armed soldiers with AK-45s hung over their shoulders. And you know what happened next. My mother's and my hands were chopped off by those demons.
Then, the Civil Defense Forces took out the rebels and my mother and I were evacuated to a local hospital. The pain was extreme. However, the pain I couldn't stand more was losing my mother. However, I didn't have no time to weep and fall in deep sorrow; the rebels were back. I moved to a small local village, but it was soon attacked as well. Eventually, I had to fly out to Guinea for safety.
To answer your question, constantly moving from places to places to escape the rebels, was an unspeakable feeling I cannot describe in words. I would question myself each day, "Will I die today?". And in some days, I would think that death would be better than living this cruel world. Also, I couldn't sleep in peace; every night, I shivered in fear the rebels will come back again.
Now, your second question. Will I forgive the rebels? My answer is a firm no. After I moved to Guinea, the first thing I did was visit a church and swear to god that I will never forgive them for what the rebels did to me. How can I forgive them when they took my mother, my arms, and my life? Also, now I have to depend on outside aid since I cannot do anything with 2 arms missing. When I look at my missing arms, a surge of anger rises up inside me and I would often faint at the intensity of it. I am just very ashamed of myself that I cannot do anything or have the power to make those demons suffer as I did.
I will leave it at this since I have to go to the hospital now to get the regular shots and treatment I take everyday.
I hope you the best.
Aisha
When I discovered the fact that my village was going to be invaded by the Revolutionary United Front forces, my mother and I sought refuge to Guinea. But as time went by, I got homesick and missed my village terribly. When I heard the rumor that the Economic Community of West African States Monitoring Group had gained control over the village, I was desperate to go back. So I did. However, when I went back, the rumor turned out to be false and I encountered many armed soldiers with AK-45s hung over their shoulders. And you know what happened next. My mother's and my hands were chopped off by those demons.
Then, the Civil Defense Forces took out the rebels and my mother and I were evacuated to a local hospital. The pain was extreme. However, the pain I couldn't stand more was losing my mother. However, I didn't have no time to weep and fall in deep sorrow; the rebels were back. I moved to a small local village, but it was soon attacked as well. Eventually, I had to fly out to Guinea for safety.
To answer your question, constantly moving from places to places to escape the rebels, was an unspeakable feeling I cannot describe in words. I would question myself each day, "Will I die today?". And in some days, I would think that death would be better than living this cruel world. Also, I couldn't sleep in peace; every night, I shivered in fear the rebels will come back again.
Now, your second question. Will I forgive the rebels? My answer is a firm no. After I moved to Guinea, the first thing I did was visit a church and swear to god that I will never forgive them for what the rebels did to me. How can I forgive them when they took my mother, my arms, and my life? Also, now I have to depend on outside aid since I cannot do anything with 2 arms missing. When I look at my missing arms, a surge of anger rises up inside me and I would often faint at the intensity of it. I am just very ashamed of myself that I cannot do anything or have the power to make those demons suffer as I did.
I will leave it at this since I have to go to the hospital now to get the regular shots and treatment I take everyday.
I hope you the best.
Aisha
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