Death Threats & Extortion

Death Threats & Violence I cannot remain in my country.             Death threats and violence. It is not safe for my children. We arrived here January 15, 2016. * I hope to be able to remain here             with my children. I trust in Jehovah God.                         Mother 1-20-16Ya! Me voy! [Enough! I go!]

Threatened To Death

Threatened to Death My name is Katy.             I am twenty years old. I left my home because I was             threatened to death. I was afraid that evil would happen to me             and to my son. I do not want to return to my country. I have fear for myself.             I have... Continue Reading →

To End Their Suffering

To End Their Suffering I knew that my children would sufferT             on the long journey But It would only be for a few days And It would end their suffering. * If We stayed in our country Yes The suffering would never end. * We left on January 5, 2016. We arrived January 11,... Continue Reading →

Alone in My Suffering

Art Reflection on Hope: Past, Present, and Future I was sad and alone in my suffering.             Physical.             Psychological.             Emotional. I suffered so much.             He abused my body. * But soon God gave me the strength to leave.             God is good to me.             God is my strength.             God is... Continue Reading →

Three Letters Home

To My Love: Letters Home To my Mamá:             Hello Mother.             I hope you are very well.             I want so badly for us             to be together soon.             I love you.             You are the best mother                         in the world.             I pray God blesses you.                         Today.            ... Continue Reading →

My Motivation for Asylum: My Two Babies

Quien Soy? (Who Am I?) Art/Reflection I have two babies. They are my motivation for seeking asylum. I had a bad childhood.             I suffered much. My mother was gone all day. She worked to pay for food and shelter. She left me with her friend.             He sexually abused me.             I was seven.... Continue Reading →

For My Daughter

Art reflection: Who Am I? First and Foremost:             I am a mother. I name this first because             it matters most. Marcia is important!             She is my daughter. * I grew up without a mother. She abandoned me             and my four siblings. I learned how important it is to have a mother... Continue Reading →

Five Horrible Days in the Hielera

It was very sad. We suffered so much. The hielera was horrible. So very cold. No blankets. We didn’t bathe. We didn’t even brush our teeth. It’s a horrible place. Horrible. Everyone was crowded small, cramped, tight very cold It’s a horrible place. We suffered much in the hielera. Father, October 25, 2018 Our Arrival... Continue Reading →

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