Posted on August 26, 2017
They say that it's better late than ever, so let's post an update. Because, believe me, there's a lot to say.
First of all, I apologize deeply to all helpers for disappearing so suddenly. Life is full of surprises and in late June we got an unpleasant one: Tumblr decided to terminate my blog
destroying the only social media I had to share Aisha and Chefi's story. I was not even home at the moment, so I was dumbfounded when, after searching for my blog, it said it was gone. Poof. Vanished into thin air right before my eyes. I emailed the staff multiple times and they asked me to send them a message from the email I had created my blog with. Said email, created when I was 12, was long forgotten. I couldn't recall the password at all. But the staff didn't understand that and didn't reply to my pleads anymore 'for security reasons'. I felt the world's weight on my shoulders.
Then came the day we all feared: Chefi and his 6-month-old babygirl got kicked out of their home
. Could that small, unhygienic, unhealthy place even deserve to be called home, in the first place? It was still better than the car that both of them were forced to sleep in for a couple of days as I supplied them with homemade warm food and toiletries, until one day I couldn't take it anymore and stormed, for the hundreth time, inside the town hall. A social worker that I had not met before told me about a non-official shelter
that allowed people in precarious conditions to stay there for a small price a month. And yes, by non-official shelter she meant a regular home that someone way too kind for their own good had decided to open up for those in need. Chefi, of course, accepted to stay there, moving out of that damned car the exact same day.
A happy ending, or so it seemed.
We wished it was, but of course, it wasn't.
A couple weeks after moving to the shelter, where Aisha and Chefi seemed to finally fit in, the owner, a former caregiver for the elderly, decided to call me, asking me to meet for a face to face talk. That left me confused, but I agreed. Apparently, a German homeless couple inside the shelter were not that happy about a Muslim family being in the same space as them
The man went as far as not wanting to sharean oxygen tank
with Aisha, being disgusted by her father's beliefs. Beliefs that the baby is a)
not responsible for and b)
not able to comprehend yet, but that doesn't seem to phase him. He would rather spend the night wheezing and coughing because of his cronical asthma than share the same mask as a 8-month-old baby. Simply disgusting. His wife seems more "on the low" about her rejection towards the child, but publicly refuses to eat on the same plate
that Chefi has used, no matter how many times the caregiver assures her that it's been washed properly. When Chefi enters the room, she leaves
, as if "afraid
" of him. Of Chefi. A man who lost his wife, the person he loved the most. A man with depression. A non-functional man that still would do anything to keep his daughter happy.
When I, all patience gone, asked the owner why, just why
was she letting someone like them stay despite their awful behavior, she simply shrugged and claimed that "just like your friends, they're homeless. And just like your friends, they're paying their monthly fee. They're on the same level, there's no reason for me to ask them to leave
Talk about standing up for xenophobia and racism.
That's why, today, 26th of August 2017, we're back to square one. Back to asking you, those able to help us, to join us on our second attempt to afford a home for their monoparental family.
The home we had our eyes in, sadly, has been sold, but we were able to find another one
with an even lower price, yet, funnily enough, twice as centric. Less than 50M down the street, a pharmacy can be found. 200M up the street, a health center, a daycare center and a police station are located. And a 5-minute walk will lead you to two supermarkets, multiple restaurants, clothing stores, a playground and, to my surprise, an improvised Mosque. It's a small rented place in which there are less than 15 Muslim brothers and sisters that attend, but something's something!
The house we're trying to afford is in the exact same hometown I was born in, so I can assure you that hospitality and brotherhood are the last things Chefi and Aisha will be missing. It also has less than 16,000 habitants and it's sourrounded by mountains, will makes pollution, which harshly triggers Aisha's asthma, a goner, as well.
It's the perfect place, that's the word to describe it: perfect.
Please, help us move them out of the shelter before
the tension takes a toll on both their wellbeings. Aisha also needs an open space to grow, learn and explore, which inside that home she absolutely can't do.
As always, much love.