I am Awad Elias Mohammed.
I live in Kalakla-Millet and I was once a very hard-working employee. It is fate and with these unfortunate circumstances that wanted me to move with my family, which consists of my mother, four sisters, daughters, and two brothers, young boys, after the strike of the Central Reserve. We were well aware, at that time, that we did not have anything or anybody to help us travel or get out of the capital, Khartoum. At most we get one meal a day for lack of money... because we are now all out of work.
It’s important to note that we suffered immediate loss of income from lack of work resulting in two major problems for us; starvation, and no refuge; no way to travel. No way to escape abroad. Thankfully, we found our way to one of the brothers. May God (Allah) grant him righteousness for agreeing to transport us. He agreed to take us by way of his Bux car. He is to take us outside the city lines of Khartoum. While traveling he was confronted by the White Nile State, Al Madina, where there were no contacts for us and no relatives to go to for sanctuary. We were alone. After some trouble and long thought, we went to the relatives of our descendants. It was not without difficulty, but we met them in a neighborhood called the new Hillah. We were welcomed very warmly at first, but you could count the days on one hand that their courtesy lasted. We began noticing them honking at our presence. It was clear we were a burden, as we are a big family. This was evident in their actions, their glares, their demeanor changed, short answers, the mood in the room would change, and then the way they treated us changed. But where else were we to go?
We found a neighbor who has a modest house in the same neighborhood and graciously asked us to live with them. The house was built of clay and green bricks, has no water or electricity. Reluctantly, we agreed to move into this house. It is expensive, but we have no other choice. This or the streets. The expense of this house is high, keeping a roof over our head means we have to compromise with other basic living expenses like food, and water. The water is sold in Karo for 500 pounds per barrel. We need two barrels a day for drinking, bathing, and washing. And with the rains, came the weakening of the home's structure. The house deteriorated. With the downpour of rain, one of the walls of the house fell. The [icing on the cake] one that hurt most was when a visitor, a seemingly friendly neighbor, stole the last things we had. My sister and myself, we lost our five phones.
We sleep on floors, we are given shelter by the kindness of strangers, we struggle for food, and can’t afford water, we sleep on floors because there are not enough beds, and the insects and mosquitoes feed on our flesh. Yet people still take advantage of the little you have left.
As it was said in the old days: ‘misfortunes do not come individually’. the news brought us the entry of brute forces into our house in Khartoum and completely emptied it of all belongings and even furnishings, thank God anyway-
Currently, we eat one meal a day. The meal mostly consists of lentils or beans. We no longer have the luxury of our morning tea. We have water some days. The shipments of supplies often do no reach us or are sold by bandits or militants, so we are especially thankful to the
neighbors who help when they can.
Every day I visit markets and shops in search of work, even as a worker in a factory, a store, etc., but to no avail.
And every day, I hear the same words dozens of times, ‘we do not have a room to accommodate an additional worker.’ This is the sixth month since the outbreak of this damn war in which we have nothing!
My family simply wishes to have their livelihood: even if for just one day.
May Allah reward you well-
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