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I was reading the evening story to my sons before they go to sleep but on this particular night we decided to read four books instead of just one. I sang some lullabies and stroked their backs and heads after the lights went out. This evening was quite different though, I gave them much more of my time and patience. I was so nervous and emotional telling my sons over and over how much I loved them as early the next day I was travelling to Jordan. My emotions were mixed as I was wondering about my safety and what I would see and how to deal with all of it. I was worried about the children and how to look these people in the eye and how I was going to eventually leave them behind. As a mother of two children my instinct is to take all of them home with me and to put an end to this ridiculous madness, These are people who were born to live their lives just like every single one of us. The only difference is they are stuck in a situation that no one should ever have to be in.
Many of you know my relationship with the organization called, “Support Syrian Children” and I was finally going on my first trip with them to bring first aid to Syrian children and families that had to run from their homeland as it is in the midst of war. It is completely out of control and no one seems to be human anymore, life seems to mean nothing. I find myself asking over and over how this could possibly be happening and why are we not helping out more. Why isn’t there an end to this madness. I know many others are asking and wondering the exact same thing.
Arianna Martini, the president of ” Support Syrian Children”, told me that Amman,Jordan is pretty safe. Both of us are mothers and we must be very careful where we go. She has been travelling monthly to a few different places around the war zones for the past four years. A true image of a strong and brave woman. I believe she has put her life at risk many times just to try her very best to help so many helpless children and families. Her heart is always there with all the children she has helped, even when she has to return back to Italy and be a full-time employee plus mother of two beautiful children.
On this trip we were joined by pediatrician, Marino Andolina whom is an incredible person and has been volunteering in war torn areas for the past few years. I do not recall ever meeting a greater man.
Francesca Ghirardelli is a freelance journalist for an Italian national magazine and other newspapers. She has also written a book about a young girl named Maxima’sextraordinary
Luigi Lapi who works as a quantity surveyor is a man with one of the biggest hearts I know. He will now also join us in making our new project become a beautiful home to the victims of war – mothers and orphans. This was his first trip as well and I know he will come many more times.
I always say that together we are stronger, so together with these amazing humans I will now, more than ever, dedicate myself and everything I do to making a difference. I will give them a voice here in the world as they ask, “why is no one helping us.” Our world is filled with all kinds of people, also very powerful people that could help make things better. Yet we have children that are abandoned, dirty, terrified, traumatized, hungry, alone on the street and in the desert. What if this was us, you or me in this devastating situation? All I would do is pray for help and hope.
It is so hard to write all of this, I feel like I want to explain every single thing I saw and felt so carefully, but I honestly don’t know how. I have been working on this article for days and my mind and heart feels numb as my mind drifts off to the camps. I can’t wait to go back.
Here in this article you will see photos and videos from the trip. Where in each tent we went we received great and loving hospitality and invitations for dinner. These people are so thankful and ready to give us everything they have as they are so beyond grateful for what we bring them. They want to talk with us and share laughs, hugs, stories, feelings and tears. Their beautiful eyes are wide and wise. One look into these childrens’ eyes makes my insides want to burst into tears as I see so much pain, but also so much hope.
We are now working very hard to build a shelter. This shelter will house a few mothers and quite a few orphans. A place of hope and love. Together we are stronger. If you are in a position to donate please do so by using the numbers below.
Children8
IBAN IT89V0521651680000000090881
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