Siraj
Survival is Hope
Siraj was my son. A brother and a friend. Siraj was light and, just like that, our light was snuffed out. Darkness desended. He was stabbed and died on the streets of Kampala, Uganda. 14 years of age. His legacy lives on.
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Through the pain, the grief and the suffering, Siraj was reborn, committed to ensuring that no child, left abandoned, should remain alone. That every child on the streets should know how loved and valued they are.
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About
Through the abyss of grief God whispered to me, 'write...write' and so I began to write Siraj into existance. Through the tears and the regret, I realised that Siraj was not dead. My dreams and visions for a future with him were, but Siraj lives on. Through the void God was birthing a vision. Siraj was reborn out of the darkness, built on a foundation unshakable. Love. A mothers love for her son and a Fathers heart for all of his children; a bond which, despite death, could not be broken.
"There is no such thing as a street child; there are just children, who sleep on the street."
Kitangala
