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Minire Audiu

“When the war started, it seemed to be mostly in the villages. We lived in the city so we thought, ‘Maybe they would only be fighting in the villages.’ But then telephones and electricity were being cut in the city, and civilians began to be killed. So we put blankets on our windows and stayed inside, hoping no one would notice we were there. The police then burned many houses and killed three more civilians. They left the bodies lying out for four days and then threw them in the cemetery. Soon after this, police began breaking into stores and burning them.

We fled to a nearby village hoping to escape into Macedonia. Awhile after that, we heard that the road was free and we could move out. We left around midnight. It was a difficult journey on foot because we had to go through the mountains. We lost our orientation so we divided up into groups. There were mines on the road and it was dark so we couldn’t avoid them. Many were wounded or killed, and because we were in such a hurry, we had to leave them. An older man from our group stepped on a mine. He lost both legs. Then a twenty-three year old woman died right on the spot.

I was hit by parts of the mine in both my hand and my knee. Four or five of my teeth were broken as well. Two sisters were also injured and the man who was carrying my son died. It was a miracle that my son lived. But the most painful part of this journey was that my oldest daughter, Annetta, was seriously wounded in the explosion. It was dark, and she kept walking for another twelve kilometres hoping to get to the hospital in Skopje, Macedonia. But she could not make it, and she died. She was twelve years old.”

It’s heartbreaking to read this poor woman’s testimony. She is a brave mother who has gone through so much. She lost her home, her husband, and even her twelve-year-old daughter Annetta. She had to leave everything behind just to save their lives. As she was running with the children through the fields and mountains at night trying to escape, her daughter was seriously injured by an explosion from a mine. But she tried to keep on walking with the rest of them.

Minire was so torn apart. She didn’t know what to do. She tried to help her daughter walk through the rest of the night. But eventually her daughter couldn’t walk anymore, and she told her mom to leave her and save the rest of the brothers. I can’t imagine something like that happening to any one of us. What a pain Minire is still carrying knowing she wasn’t even able to bury her daughter. She had to leave her there just to save the rest.

As I was praying for her, she started to cry. I praise God that she was open for God because she needs those wounds to be healed. She’s a widow now, without shelter, without firewood, without food, and she has other children she needs to take care of.

As a refugee, she doesn’t get much assistance. She said that once a month she gets three kilograms of flour, three litres of cooking oil, and three kilograms of sugar. That’s all she gets. She really needs our help. It would cost $200 to provide basic food for her and her children, not an abundance of food, like meats and other varieties, but basic food for survival. We want to encourage you to help Minire with whatever you’re able to do. Please do not say, “I can’t do anything. I’ll just let someone else do something to help her.” If everybody else said that, then nobody would be helped.

 

According to the prophet Isaiah, a true fast is when we share of our bread (Isaiah 58:7). A true fast isn’t when we share of the surplus or the abundance of what we have, but from our bread, from that which we would use for ourselves. In other words, we are to cut some things out of our lives for a time to provide for and bless someone else, in this case, Minire and her children. She is so desperate for someone to help her. We ask you to extend the love of God to this poor widow and do something to help her and her children.