Rohingya Reunions: Utah

Rohingya Reunions: Utah

They refused to say goodbye to me at the door. They had to walk me to the end of my street at 10:00pm in the freezing cold. They wrapped towels around each other to keep warm and the youngest forgot her shoes, so she caught a piggy back ride from her brother. “You know you’re family, Sophie. You’re part of our story. You will always be part of our family. Please visit our family in Bangladesh.” I hug them goodbye for the 100th time and finally cross the street. I turn around one last time to hear them say, “Sophie! My mom is crying! We’re so sad to see you go!” I walked the rest of the way home in tears.

This family changed my life back in 2015 when they were found in the jungles of Thailand. The mother would cry and hold me — I knew there was nothing I could say that would help, so we would just sit and cry.
The genocide has taken so much from them. Her husband left to find work in Malaysia, but was killed in an accident. Her siblings and parents fled to Bangladesh. And they had no idea what tomorrow would look like.

Now it’s 2019 and they have a second chance at life in Utah. They let me see a glimpse of their life. We sang and danced, we cried and laughed, we ate…a LOT.
I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful family in my life. I can’t wait to find the rest of their family in Bangladesh.

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