Stop What You’re Doing And Bring Back Our Girls.

There have been days of my life…so many days…when I’ve thought I had a bad life. When I’ve thought that this world in which I live comfortably with a roof over my head and food on my table and an education in my mind is anything other than one of privilege and abundance. That this incredible life in which I use that mind as I please, where the husband I chose lies next to me in my bed, and my daughter sleeps peacefully in her room next door is anything other than a blessing.

Boko Haram. Until Sunday I had never heard those words before. Today, I woke up with the name echoing through my mind. They are a terrorist group in northern Nigeria who last month took close to 300 school girls from their school dormitory as they slept. This morning Monday in Nigeria, they took another eight girls. The reason? They dared to learn. They hoped for more. (The name Boko Haram loosely translates to “Western Education is Sin”.)

For three weeks their government did nothing. For three weeks, the world went on while their parents cries went unanswered. Nearly 300 missing African girls were not on the news. 

Nearly 300 young girls are being held somewhere, terrified, awaiting their turn on the auction block for a life of slavery. 300 young minds with dreams of helping others, with hopes of improving the world they were born in to. Nearly 600 parents are wondering where their daughters are and if they’ll ever see them again.

I’ve wracked my brain asking myself how we can help and I have no idea. I have no idea how to calm the terrified cries of those girls, or comfort the pain their families are suffering. I have no idea how to change their world. So I humbly offer these suggestions made by Jason Greene of One Good Dad, and hope that we can keep making noise until they’re found. Because they must be found.

  • Sign the White House petition by May 25th asking for our government to intervene.
  • Donate to the Nigerian Red Cross. (Those families will need the help)
  • Stay up to date. Read, write, march, vote – just don’t let this be another story that has happened in Africa that breaks our hearts for a moment, then we move on.

These are parent’s children. These are human lives. They are far away in a land nothing like our own, but they are real. These are racing minds and pounding hearts. And they’re missing. Please, make noise. Don’t let them go unnoticed.

bringbackourgirls

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