With only a few belongings – including the wet clothes they had just washed – the family embarked on a journey to the unknown.
The sight of fighters, the sound of gunshots, and the numerous checkpoints terrified her. The rainy season made the journey even more dangerous, with thunder, lightning, and poor visibility on the road, but after several hours they eventually arrived in Kassala.
Leaving behind her childhood memories, including treasured family photo albums, fills Aya with sadness: “I always intended to share my childhood photos with my children one day. I wish I had taken those albums with me.”
A new chapter in Kassala
In Kassala, the family has started a new life. Together with her siblings, Aya is forging ahead and has quickly made friends. However, as a result of the war, her father, a former cab driver, lost his livelihood, deeply affecting their well-being.
“Food was scarce. When my mother served breakfast, she always kept some leftovers for dinner,” Aya recalls of those first difficult days.
Access to a variety of foods was a luxury they couldn’t afford. Water was also a challenge. In Khartoum, clean water was readily available with the turn of a tap, but in Kassala, Aya and her siblings had to walk through the streets looking for donkey carts to buy water.
“Life was very hard,” she says. “Even harder because we were not going to school.”
The fear of never returning to school
While schools remained closed, Aya often worried she might never return to class. With little to do at home, her thoughts often gravitated towards the continued fighting with no end in sight and the significant impact on her family.
“The war is all I thought about,” she says. “The days were long, and I was always nervous.”
“Will I be able to go back to school?” she asked her father.
Uncertain himself, he said, “We will stay here for 15 days, then return home, and you will go back to school.”
But 15 days turned into a year and a half without school. Along with 17 million other children in Sudan, Aya remained home, part of one of the largest education crises in the world.
A teacher in the neighborhood would later volunteer to help children, including Aya and her siblings, with catch-up lessons, but it wasn’t enough.
“We had no textbooks. My father couldn’t afford more than one exercise book for each of us,” she recalls.
Being on responsibility as National Coordinator of The National Association of UNESCO Clubs in Bangladesh, I find here opportunities for great thoughts of inspiration to address similar issues in my country.
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