Refugees Welcomed Me
I was plunged into a world all-too familiar with trauma and death. Thank God.
A few years ago, I saw my mom’s fear of refugees dissolve. While visiting me and my family in the Midwest, she sat in as I taught an English literacy class for East African refugee women, mostly from Somalia and Oromia. We were learning the language to describe our families, and we all went around the room saying how many children we had (the numbers were high5, 8, 4—because Muslims view children as a gift from God).