I’m Adam Moussa from west Darfur state. My village was called Bendis.
It’s horrible to flashback to my childhood. It was full of sorrow and bad luck. I grew up an orphan child with none to help. I suffered hunger and malnourishment. Our father died when I was seven years old; my brother was four years old, and our sister was in her teens. Mother was poor, and she was hardly able to secure one meal for us all the daytime. So I decided to go to school hoping that I could be able to help her. I work very hard I was always the top of my class but at high school I failed to enter the college of medicine. I went to study the law after two years. I was arrested because of my political activities. That was in blue nile region. I returned back home feeling sorrow and disappointment.
I have a wife and I’m a father of seven children. I fled to Chad hoping to avoid my children having the same bad luck. I now live in a refugee camp.
Note: Darfuris use the word “orphan” to describe someone that has lost one or both parents.