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.
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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Publcished by Raseef 22 - March 10, 2017.