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I Lost Two of My Little Sisters to Cholera - Maybe I Would've Been the Next to Die
A survivor's story from a forgotten village in Ouesse, Benin Republic.
My name is Samira, and I was born in a small village where the land is dry, and clean water was a dream we could only think about. We drank whatever we could find – from rain puddles, from dirty streams, from broken containers left under the sun.
When I was 9 years old, I watched my younger sister Fatima cry all night from stomach pain. We had no clinic, no doctor, not even a nearby road to take her out of the village. Mama held her all night. By morning, Fatima was gone.
Just one year later, Amina - the baby of our family - started vomiting. We tried everything we knew. But cholera doesn't wait. She was only 3 years old.
After losing two of my sisters, I stopped talking. I barely ate. Every time I felt a stomach pain, I thought, "This is it. I'm next."
But one day, a group of people we had never met came to our village. They weren't politicians or TV crews. They just cared. They said someone from far away donated to give us water - clean, running water powered by solar.
The day the tap was switched on, we cried. Not just tears of joy - but tears of release. Of relief. We knew something had changed. We had finally escaped the grip of Cholera in our village.
Now I am 13. I'm alive. I go to school. I drink clean water every day. And every time I see that borehole, I whisper a prayer for the kind-hearted person who made it possible for us.
You didn't just give us water. You gave us life.
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When we arrived in the small village of Dandaji, it didn't feel like a place that had turned its back on Allah - it felt more like a place that had been forgotten by the world.
There was no mosque, no call to prayer, no Friday gathering. The people still believed, yes... but survival had swallowed their faith. They were too tired to worship, too busy searching for water, too broken to remember how it felt to bow in peace.
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I used to think I had it all - a decent income, a comfortable home, and a routine that many would envy. But deep down, something was missing. I couldn't explain it. I laughed, I traveled, I bought things I didn't need. But every night, when the lights went out, I felt this quiet emptiness sitting with me.
