My daughter Amina’s experience after her first werk of 3 in a third World country Uganda
It was my first proper day today.
Alhamdulillah I’ve got a bed to sleep in and clean water and after the things I’ve seen I’m so grateful for everything
I see life so differently, I cant come home the same person but I’m living the proper village life, Alhamdulillah I’ve got a bed to sleep in and clean water and after the things I’ve seen I’m so grateful for everything. Every now and then I have to leave and cry for a bit.
I’m not quite sure what to say here because there is so much that I need to share. Words and a picture can’t do justice to what I want to say but I’ll try. These incredible children here have so little but are so, so happy about life. Working here so far hasn’t been easy. I’ve been living like the villagers and it has been hard beyond measure. But you can’t do work like this and live a luxurious life. I came here to give, but I am learning so much. In the UK we take everything for granted. If you have water to drink, food to eat, a place to sleep and good sanitation you have no reason to complain about anything. I came to Uganda, my mothers hometown, to teach but these children have taught me so much.
(P.s. the girl I’m holding is called Maggie. I wish you could all hear her laugh it is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard).
Alhamdulillah ya Rabb for bringing me here. I wish everyone could experience this life and see the things that I’ve seen; the way I look at the word has completely changed. When I come home Inshaallah I know that I won’t be the same person that left.
“Simple living is a sure sign of true faith.” [Abu Dawud/Muslim] This is Muhammad. He may not have a lot but he’s very happy Alhamdulillah. He loves to sing and has the sweetest voice. Life is what you make of it, thankyou Muhammad for teaching me so much, you are my hero x
When nansu forgot her basmallah😂. So I came here intending to teach english and maths. Turns out we’re having Quran lessons too ahha! One of the most comforting things when I first arrived and was quite scared was hearing the Athaan outside. And these children recite so beautifully mashaallah. Mohammed loves to pray and always keeps me on top of my prayers. It doesn’t matter if you’re on the other side of the world, Islam is Islam wherever you are.
“Education is the passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to those who prepare for it today.”- Malcolm X
The school life here is very basic. They have a few pencils, some paper, a black board, some chalk and a hell of a lot of energy and willingness to learn.
Madina (the headteacher) hasn’t had a lot of people visit from the UK. She wants to know how we teach so I’ve been making notes for her. For example, the kids were all colouring the same picture exactly as they had been told to colour it. My wonderful Collins coloured his different colours and got told off. I explained to her that kids learn through creativity, we need to mould children into people that can think for themselves. I’m making a book of notes for her on how they can improve their teaching. Madina tells me that when you pass on knowledge, you are never forgotten.
There are too many children here and only three teachers so the children don’t get any where near the attention that they need. However, these children are so, so l, so bright. Today I spent time spelling out words to this kid and he started slowly reading words by himself. His face after he did it was something out of this world, I have never seen a smile so huge. These children have so much potential, but in reality their future seems sad. Here are some of their aspirations.
This is Collins. I don’t know how I’m going to leave this kid that I have grown so attached to. I’m at school with him all day and he also lives in the village where I stay. The children here do everything for themselves from such a young age, it amazes me. Today Collins was playing and he was running so fast. He slipped because his shoes are too small for him and got such a massive graze on his arm, it genuinely hurt me so much inside to see it. He didn’t cry, he told me that he is strong. Later I found him crying on his own telling me that his wound is hurting so I held him. The kids here are raised to be strong, that’s how they have to be, they don’t have people that can hold them all the time when they hurt. Collins was sitting outside on his own after class. I asked him if he’s okay. He said “Amina I’m waiting for you. You are my friend and I don’t leave my friend behind”.