From Katrina to Madina- Rose Vines
When Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, it took from me many things. It took my home and my entire neighborhood. It took one of my elderly neighbors, who had no time to flee as the surging waters of the shattered 17th Street canal flooded his home. It took my family and scattered them across the country.
Katrina took from me, but it also gave to me, and one of the most important things I gained was a much stronger sense of empathy, of kinship, with those who experience disasters in their own lives. And that empathy led me to Madina.
Madina lives in an orphanage in Afghanistan. She was born two weeks after 9/11 in Farah, a very conservative province where the Taliban presence was strong. There was no school for girls in the region. Madina’s dad had kidney disease and her mum suffered from epilepsy, and at an early age Madina had become the housekeeper of the family. But she was passionate about learning and threatened her parents that she would run away if they didn’t let her go to school
So, at the tender age of seven, Madina and her little brother were taken in by AFCECO, the Afghan Child Education and Care Organization, in Kabul. AFCECO is something special in Afghanistan: an orphanage that provides equal education for boys and girls, from early childhood on through university.
After Katrina, I had an urgent desire to help those who were suffering. Afghanistan was much in the news, a disaster sprawling across decades. I dug around online and found AFCECO. And there, looking out at me from the AFCECO sponsorship page, was Madina, clutching a toy duck in one hand and toy koala in the other, with a huge grin crinkling her face. As an ex-pat Aussie, the koala caught my eye, but it was that grin that made me sign up to be her sponsor.
Over the years, I sponsored other children at the AFCECO orphanages and, when my mother died and left me some money, I donated a music room to the orphanage. They named it the Lorraine Music Room, after my mother, and Madina was one of the children who spent hours there learning and practicing. Her chosen instrument was the oboe, an instrument I played when I was young.
It might seem strange to say I’m thankful for Katrina, but I am, because it led me to Madina. She is a constant example of resilience, persistence and triumph in the face of adversity.
I wrote this in support of AFCECO
Note: This story was written by Rose Vines, in support of AFCECO for #MyGivingStory contest in 2017.