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The Journey of an MSF Nurse in the Central African Republic

Mar 10, 2017

Everybody has a personal reason for joining…

I was born under the bombs of the Lebanese civil war. I remember when I was seven years old, continuously nagging my father to get out of the public underground shelter in Achrafieh to check our house. One calm day, he went out and he submitted to my requests to join him.

Everything was seriously damaged, with a big hole in the ceiling. I still remember the joke I made when I first entered the living room: "Ah! Look daddy the TV is still intact!" When I think about it now, I am surprised that I was not scared. In fact, I wanted to see more, I was curious enough to want to witness the reality.

I remember the day when the reporter on TV (the same TV that survived the bombs) declared the end of the war. My parents were ecstatic, and everyone celebrated this so-called “happy ending”. The reality of this war, the indifference, the dispassion is still in our hearts, minds, and souls.

As a child, I saw what I was not supposed to see. I heard what I was not supposed to hear. I witnessed the anxiety of my parents when approaching checkpoints. Ever since, I knew that I needed to assist, to witness, to give something of myself to others. It shaped who I am today. That component encouraged me to join humanitarian organizations like the Lebanese Red Cross, and later on Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF).

 

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The Journey of an MSF Nurse in the Central African Republic

Publcished by Raseef 22 - March 10, 2017.