I remember very little about my childhood before leaving my home country. I arrived in the refugee camp when I was still young. Life in the camp teaches you very quickly that getting married here is not an easy decision. You carry painful memories from home, you leave behind everything you knew, and you are forced to learn how to survive in new and harsh living conditions.
Emotionally and physically, I was deeply burdened. I was young, vulnerable, and carrying wounds that could not be seen. Becoming a wife and later a mother was not a simple choice—it was a way to survive. Today, I am married and a mother of three children who do not even know our home country. They only know life in the camp.
Working with Indego Africa changed my life in ways I cannot fully describe. It was beyond words. Indego Africa restored hope in my life. We come together to weave, we laugh, we share stories, and at the end of the day we take something home to our families.
For me, weaving is more than work. It is a passion, a connection to my dignity, confidence, and joy. When I weave, I feel human again. I feel seen. I feel strong.
Since I began weaving, many things have changed. International support for refugees has reduced, and this has been a very painful reality to face. As a mother of three children, survival has become harder every day. Prices keep rising, needs keep growing, and opportunities keep shrinking. It is a bitter pill to swallow.
Yet, even in these difficult times, Indego Africa has remained a source of strength and gratitude in my life. Through this work, I am able to stand as a mother who tries her best, a woman who still believes in tomorrow, and a refugee who has not lost her dignity.
This is my testimony, shared between us women—a story of pain, resilience, and hope.