Darfur Fast for Life

We fast in solidarity with the hungry and starving in Darfur and for lasting peace in Sudan

Alysha – May 18, 2009

May 18, 2009 By: Admin Category: Oregon Community

I read the following comment at a time when I needed some inspiration. I was feeling………..hungry, tired, helpless. John was able to really make me feel his emotions. He was able to put into words how I felt, the reasons for my fast and every ounce of compassion/connection that I have. This has been a truly personal journey, but one that I am not alone in. I have the immense pleasure of walking this road with amazing individuals, both that I have met and those that I can only read and feel. Thank you John, your words affected me, made me stronger, brought me back into focus. Thank you to all my fellow fasters who are standing up, lending their voices and energy, shouting for those who are in such need. I have learned so much about strength from each one of you, and take away a feeling of companionship and know that I am not alone in thoughts and actions. At times when we feel discouraged and lost it is a wonderful asset to have all of you here to remind me that my voice is part of yours and will make change.

Completed my commitment of one day on water and four on camp rations. I broke fast tonight with a pear, the best I ever tasted.

I was hungry.
I was hungry. No, still understand nothing of true hunger. A refrigerator full of food has been around the corner all week. My brother hungers.
I slept. In a bed. In a secure home. No worries of soldiers with guns or gunships with bombs. My sister sleeps not.
I dreamt. Free from nightmares of violence, images of war. My brother dreams of a home, a village in ashes, a brother lost.
I had the luxury to work. My sister earns no wage and has no choice of work.
I talked with blood relatives by phone. I know exactly where they are. My brother knows the lingering silence following separation by violent death and forced dispersion. He longs to know where his aunts and uncles and cousins are, if they live, if they are safe.
None of my daughters went hungry today. None made the choice of whether to risk rape to gather firewood. My sister makes impossible choices.
Yet sure and certain hope endures. The laughter of a child is one language. Love is indistinguishable.
Never again. Never now.

— John

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