Today I am surrounded by people who love Pakistan and have given their lives in various capacities to this country, their adopted country. I’m reblogging this post from my trip back to Pakistan in Fall of 2010 – The Benediction.
Our time was coming to an end. We had only 32 hours left before leaving by van, back to the Sukkur airport and the journey from Karachi to New York via Abu Dhabi. We had laughed until our stomachs ached, and cried from the depths of our souls. We had communicated across the boundaries of place, poverty, language, and crisis and were humbled through the process. While dreading the thought of leaving, we knew it was time. Husbands, jobs, children and life in general were waiting for us back in the United States.
The last IDP camp was just a kilometer away from the hospital compound. The tents stretched from main road to railroad…
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