Here’s an incredible story from Kimberly Smith, President of Make Way Partners, our partnering organization in Nyamlel, Sudan. Mocha Club supports and helped build New Life Orphanage. WARNING: contains some graphic content.
Says Kimberly, “One afternoon, Kristina and two of her best friends found their way to chat with me under a mahogany tree. This is some of what came from that chat, and I knew it would bless you just like it did me!”
In Kristina’s words…
Kristina at her new home in Nyamlel
My name is Kristina. When the Arabs attacked my village in 1998, they raped and killed my mother. I was only about four years old, but I remember very well what they did to my mother.
My father was a doctor, and he tried to help our soldiers. But when the Arabs killed my mother, he took me and ran far away to Ethiopia. He was a good man and tried to keep me safe. But we traveled for many months by footing, and so many people died along the side of the road. I remember when my father would get tired and have to put me down, I was always tripping over the dead people because my legs were too small to lift them high over the piles of bodies.
We stayed in Ethiopia until the war reached there, too. So then my father ran with me trying to get back to our village. He hoped maybe it would be safe there by then. It took us many more months of footing, and I almost drowned as we crossed many of the rivers. They were so rough and my father was starting to go a little mad so he couldn’t hold onto me very well anymore. Finally, we made it back to Nyamlel, but shortly after that he died.
Some grown men helped me to bury him, but then they left me alone. I heard them say, “There are simply too many orphans to worry about this one.”
But, “this one” was me, and I was worried.
I laid alone on top of my father’s grave for many days just waiting for the hyenas to eat me, or to starve to death so that I would not be alone anymore, but with my mother and father. After some days, I grew tired of crying and began to go out into the bush looking for leaves to eat. I ate them, but they made me so sick that I just crawled back on top of my father’s grave.
Then one day a man came walking by. He found me sitting on my father’s grave. He told me his name was James Lual Atak; he asked me my name and where my parents were. I told him they were dead and I was alone. He said, “Come follow me. I will take you to New Life Orphanage, and if you will follow the way I teach you, you will grow strong and you will not be alone anymore.”
I did not know what was New Life Orphanage, but I wanted to grow strong and not be alone anymore, so I went with him.
At first, we didn’t have any proper food, but James Lual Atak taught us the right way. He taught us to pray. He taught us to read and to write, and then one day Mama Kimberly came to visit us.
All I remember about her the first time I met her is that she kept crying. I thought, “This woman will never be able to help us because she is always crying.”
But then after she left, Lual Atak told us she left us money for food. Since that day, the food has never stopped. Even now that we are so many—500 orphans—the food never stops. I read in the Bible about Manna; I think it is like that. Only now we get “pigeons,” too, because we have a weekly bull slaughter for meat.
Today, Mama Kimberly told me about how many people in America pray for me and all my friends here at New Life. She also told me that you are the ones who send the money so that we can eat every day, learn about God and His only Son Jesus, and have a safe home to live in.
Sometimes, I still go visit my father’s grave where I used to sleep, and I feel sad. I am glad I don’t live there anymore. I know that he doesn’t live there either, but He lives with Jesus, where I will one day, too.
Thank you for loving all of us orphans, and for raising us up properly!
–Kristina
Every single child matters. Thank you for providing through Mocha Club so children like Kristina can now live in safety and love!
Many thanks from the 
