Zainab's Story
First of all I send my regards to the people who are helping us. Thank you very much. My name is Zainab. My father’s name is Hayatullah. I am 13 years old. After school I attend computer and English classes at the orphanage. My parents died seven years ago. I do not remember them very much. But whenever, I think of them, I get sad. I have only a sister. Since then we have with my uncle. He was a bad and cruel He used to send me and my sister for begging and then he took us to Pakistan where he used to make us work very hard. My uncle and his wife were very unkind. They used to beat us. But one day when I was begging with my sister a foreign woman whose name was also Zainab was working for AWRC came to me and asked me why do I beg? I told her everything. She became sad and brought clothes to us. But the wife of my uncle sold them all. My uncle did not let us go to school. After sometime we went to Mazar-i-Sharif with my uncle. Each uncle wanted us to be with them to sell us for their own benefits. But after sometime they took us to the Allahoddin Orphanage. We are so happy here.
October 2011
