Today I met my Sponsored Child
Today was an incredibly special day for me, it was the day I met Ousmane, the child I have sponsored in Senegal for several years. The day began with a rapturous welcome into Ousmane’s village and concluded with me proudly watching on as Ousmane expertly operated his new yo-yo. It was a day that will remain with me for the rest of my life. I’m rarely humbled, but today I was so touched by the positivity in the air, the sense of optimism surrounding us and the impact people felt World Vision will have in their lives, that I almost shed a tear.
From having Ousmane’s picture on my fridge, to writing him letters and going shopping for the present I was about to give him… it all came down to this moment walking into his village… I wondered what the appropriate greeting would be. Should I hug him? maybe too much. Handshake? maybe too formal? Hi five? perhaps too casual… Quite the conundrum.
A Wonderful Welcome
I did not expect what awaited. I was thinking I’d pop in, meet him and his parents and head back. What I definitely didn’t expect was the neighbours, village children and local women to welcome me in with traditional song and dance. The music was loud and clear, a metal dish for percussion and a jerry can for the base were all they needed to produce an African beat. Ousmane’s family and several women from the village formed a semi circle whilst 2 more women seemed to compete in some sort of dance off in the middle! I’ve never experienced such energy and positivity towards someone who is effectively a stranger.
My Yo-Yo Skills Outshone
Ousame, at age 12 looked a little timid as he approached me and politely shook my hand. He was a good kid. I’d never met him before, but the greeting struck me as being completely genuine. He then sat next to me in the shade as the festivities carried on around us and the local children took over the dancing. Ousmane spoke Sera a local dialect so our conversation was translated by one of world vision’s Senegalese staff. I then asked if I could give him the gift I had brought him. A Manchester United stationary set and a yo-yo. Surprisingly the yo-yo went down lot better than the stationary, who would have thought toys would have been more fun than school supplies!?
After removing the packaging he stared at this foreign object with some confusion. I was getting the sense that I would have to step up and show Ousmane what yo-yos are all about. To my dismay I was not as proficient with the yo-yo as I recalled, instead ‘walking the dog’ and ‘round the world’ were tricks of a distant memory. Ousmane however was learning at an alarming rate and was soon playing with his yo-yo better than I, even with over fifteen years yo-yo experience to my name.
Seeing the Bigger Picture
I also spoke to Ousmane’s dad, a quiet but observably proud man who welcomed me with a broad smile, despite missing a couple of front teeth. He apologised for his wife not being able to attend as she was working and told me he had taken the morning off from selling livestock at market to meet with me. He told me about how World Vision had helped to set up a farmers committee to breed livestock in the village. It was hearing this from ‘the horse’s mouth’ that made me stop and think that everything in World Vision’s brochures does get put into practice. They aren’t just dishing bags of grain to communities like Ousmane’s. They are helping them to help themselves. These were proud, smart, positive people sitting around me. They had the drive to help themselves, they didn’t need hand outs just a helping hand and Ousmane’s dad was evidence of that.
All in all a mind-blowing experience. From a relationship conducted via letters and pictures to a real face-to-face meeting, it was fantastic! If any of you have the opportunity to meet your sponsored child I strongly encourage you take it with both hands. It’s an emotional rollercoaster I won’t lie to you, but you’re left with a great feeling of hope, that you are a part of something big and very positive, even if there is still work left to be done.
If you’d like to see a few more photos from my wonderful day meeting Ousmane as well as my trip to a local school in Senegal you can view my album on the World Vision UK facebook page
Over the next few months we will be bringing you more stories like Nigel’s to give you an insight into what life is like in different villages that we work in. ‘like’ us on facebook http://www.facebook.com/#!/worldvisionuk and you will be able to follow World Vision staff and sponsors as they experience life in the field. Or of course if you are interested, you could sponsor a child at http://www.worldvision.org.uk/child-sponsorship/
Kumari writes to her sponsor for the first time
Something special happened today. Kumari, who has been sponsored for a couple of years, took a big step. She wrote to her sponsor herself for the first time! Using the storyteller’s map and cards she was inspired and gained confidence to work independently (see the story telling cards and maps in action in our facebook album at: http://www.facebook.com/#!/worldvisionuk ) Previously, her community volunteer wrote for her as she spoke. When she finished her letter she read it out to the community members that had gathered, they burst into spontaneous applause. I was unable to capture Kumari’s subsequent smile, but take it from me, it was as bright is this Bangladesh sun…..
Kumari’s letter

This is Kumari’s one room house. She lives with her four other siblings and two parents. Kumari is ten years old.
“Our house is very beautiful. The house is made out of muddy wall and tin sheet on the roof. It has also a verandah and covered with straw and tied with rope. The house is 17 feet long. Inside the house there is a stainless steel box and a bed. Outside the house there are jackfruit trees and mango tree. I like to eat mango. We have three cows and I take care of them. In the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening I feed them. And thus I help my parents. My name is Kumari.”
This whole week has been full of wonderful stories like this, children gaining confidence and finding joy in being able to write and express themselves. At the end of each session we will have feedback from the kids and I was so encouraged when one young man stood up and said “In our exams we have to write essay, I feared writing essay, but now I will fear no more.” The feedback from the teachers was equally wonderful, with one teacher telling me: “The big difference is before the session they couldn’t write for themselves, they could recite from books, but not write for themselves. What they have learnt today has opened their minds to think and write on their own.”
I feel so privileged to be part of World Vision’s work bringing education and hope to children who haven’t had these opportunities before. I just want to leave you with another wonderful snippet one of our students wrote today:
“I love learning new things. I go to school regularly. I study up to seven o’clock pm. I read almost all the subjects, but I read Bangla book more and more, because I like it. Why? Because, in that Bangla book there are many short stories. I love reading stories and it makes my mind and heart well.” Mohammed, 9yrs
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Justin Byworth sends his final blog from Afghanistan
At first glance Afghanistan’s capital, Kabul, seems to be a world of barriers and barbed wire. Seeing past all the security apparatus here, Kabul does give a unique window into Afghanistan’s turbulent past and uncertain future as well as a vibrant sense of day-to-day life for 4 million Afghans.
The dilapidated palace of Afghanistan’s last King in the 1970s, the bombed and burnt-out shell of the Ministry of Defence from the Soviet-backed era of the 1980s, huge and ornate new but empty houses built from profits of mysterious origin, the press and the pigeons of old Kabul, the smoky smell of kebabs cooking, and the intricate network of poorer homes hanging on to the steep rocky mountainsides all around.
The altitude means it’s cooler here and afternoons have brought thunderstorms and the fresh, familiar smell of rain on warm tarmac. All so different from the western provincial city of Herat and remote, rural Badghis where I’ve spent the last week visiting World Vision projects.
Challenges ahead
I’m in Kabul for meetings with government and other agencies to get a national level view of Afghanistan to complement what I’ve seen through the eyes of children, mothers and communities. If less inspiring and heartbreaking, it’s equally fascinating in trying to make sense of this incredible country so full of potential for good and for ill.
Seeing Afghanistan through the eyes of national government demonstrates both how far things have come in the last few years of relatively stable government and how far they still have to go. Huge efforts are under way to build the human capacity for the most basic of services: immunisation, nutrition, midwives, water, roads, financial services, locally elected and accountable groups to plan and manage community development.
Wandering the long winding corridors and courtyards of government ministries it’s easy to see the challenge for national policies and strategies to bring changed reality in what’s another world of the remote valley village of Mohamed, the Shura leader whose house I had tea in on Monday.
Security is another challenge. As one official says, “There’s no clear opposite side to negotiate with”. The heavy international and military dominated presence brings both advantages and disadvantages. The development investment and relative stability of the last decade cannot be underestimated; the ‘uniforms’ though are an obvious target to shoot at and such quick, huge injections of capital can distort local economies.
A moot point
Ten days here can’t come close to giving a real insight into what the future holds for Afghanistan. While the question on the lips of many international observers is “what will happen in and after 2014” as the international military presence withdraws, listening to the voices of Afghans and international veterans of Afghanistan, I’m not sure this is the right question. “I’ve not been looking at anything closer than 2030 for years,” said one.
“2014 is a moot point,” said another. “There will still be 30 million Afghans trying to figure out a way to live. Most of them just want a home, a family, a job, to live in peace just like anybody else.”
I’m reminded of living and working in Cambodia before, during and after 22,000 UN peacekeepers came and went in the 1990s – in many ways it felt like a layer of plasticine had been laid onto and then peeled off Cambodian society, but without substantially changing the country that lay underneath.
Shaping Afghanistan
What I learnt there may be even more true here – that it takes generational change for real transformation to take root. One colleague told me: “I’ve been married for 31 years, that’s a long time but not as long ago as the conflict and instability here in Afghanistan”. It is the children being born and educated today with different expectations and aspirations than their parents and grandparents who may shape a different Afghanistan.
So, as I head home tonight after a week packed full of intense experiences, my head and heart are swirling with thoughts and feelings. Sadness as I said farewell to friends in the World Vision offices and team house in Herat and Badghis and to the family of my Kabul colleague who welcomed me into their home on my last evening in Afghanistan.
A tingle of anticipation at seeing my own family again. Tiredness and a touch of anxiety at the prospect of the transition back into UK life and work.
‘Khordofes’
What I will cherish most in my thoughts and prayers and what I will strive for in my work with World Vision is for those children I met here this week that will inherit and shape the future Afghanistan.
Hasim, only ten days old, who wouldn’t be here but for a qualified midwife and neonatal unit. Nasima brought back from severe malnutrition at 18 months by a community health worker. Fardeen, who at 15 has rediscovered the childhood stolen from him with the love and protection of care centre workers. The girls and boys dreaming of being doctors, teachers and engineers that filled the classroom in proud headmistress Faiqha’s remote village school.
Thank you to all who have followed my journey here this week and especially to all those here that made this possible. In the words of the local Dari parting greeting here – ‘Khordofes’, may God go with you and protect you. That of course is also my parting greeting to Afghanistan and its incredible people.
Day 6: A healthy start to life
Justin Byworth, Chief Executive of World Vision UK, blogs from Afghanistan
It’s 23 years since I first sat surrounded by mothers and babies in a World Vision health and nutrition clinic. That was in a tent made from goat’s wool in the desert of Mauritania, west Africa – I was logistician in my first overseas job with World Vision, making sure the medical supplies, vaccines etc got to the right place at the right time.
I must have been in similar settings 100 times or more in scores of countries since then and it never stops being the most wonderful human experience.
Today I got my first taste of this in Afghanistan. In the small back room of a traditional mud and straw house in the midst of 17 mothers and their crawling, crying and toddling babies while community health workers weighed and measured, taught and treated. I just wish I could capture and carry with me the colour, noise, smiles, hopes, fears, love and laughter for days when life and work are tough.
Foundations for life
Helping mothers to bring children safely and healthily through their first few months and years remains the heartbeat of much of World Vision’s work worldwide. A healthy start to life is the foundation on which children’s lives are built.
In a child’s first thousand days, if she is malnourished it will affect the rest of her life, massively limiting her mental and physical potential. That’s for those that survive. Of course in Afghanistan, and far too many other places, there are many, many children who do not make it past their first, or second, or fifth birthdays.
All over the world, World Vision works as the glue between mothers and children in communities and the lowest levels of the local health service, itself often distant and poorly functioning. Bridging that gap can have a dramatic, transforming effect.
Taking care
Just two weeks ago, 18 year old Halima brought her 18-month-old daughter Nasima to this nutrition clinic. Nasima was severely malnourished and was sick all the time – her mum didn’t know what to do. Halima proudly watched while Nasima is weighed and, having gained 1kg, is safely in the well-nourished zone.
“They’ve taught me how to take care of her so much better, she now eats rice and vegetables every day and I make sure things are hygienic,” Halima tells me. In this dry, dusty village mothers have traditionally not supplemented breastfeeding with any other food until they’re two years old. Of the 17 babies that have been coming here each day for the last two weeks, 14 were malnourished at the start.
Happier and healthier
This isn’t just a short term, emergency intervention though. The community health worker has worked alongside a local mother Rana who was already feeding her daughter a nutritious, well-balanced diet of lentils, peas, spinach, rice or bread and occasional meat.
Beautiful Atefa at 12 months already looks happier, healthier and better developed than many of the others. All these foods are available locally and, now that the mothers know how to prepare them from early weaning porridge at six months through to more solid foods by two, and have seen the difference it makes, there is no going back.
The community midwife, Sabera, is an amazing woman. Clearly loved and respected by the mothers, she takes a basic kit of medicines out of her little safe box and confidently explains how she uses them and when she refers women to the nearest health centre, which is where she also receives training and meets other community health workers each month. Sabera’s family has been visibly impacted by the 30+ years of conflict that Afghanistan has faced. Her husband lost both his legs and one hand during the war. Despite this, and being a mother of seven and grandmother to more, Sabera also heads up the local women’s Shura (council)!
Rural midwives
Today is also the international day of the midwife. Of the 17 babies here this morning, only three had been delivered by a midwife as it was too far to the city. Now they have a midwife at the local health centre only an hour’s walk away – one of the graduates from the provincial midwifery training supported by World Vision that we saw on Monday.
Khotera, World Vision’s own midwife who supports the newly trained and deployed community midwives, tells me: “I really love my job. There’s nothing like seeing the joy of a mother rejoicing at the birth of her baby.” I completely agree, remembering those precious moments when my wife Mischka gave birth to each of our four beautiful children – Caitlin, Joshua, Maia and Luke.
As I leave with the smiles and waves of the women and their children behind me, I can’t help a feeling of sadness as I contrast this with the tragedy of the tiny boy who we watched dying so quietly in the neonatal unit on Monday. I wonder how his mother, who I never got to meet, is coping and pray for her again.
Day 5: Women hold key to real change
Justin Byworth, Chief Executive of World Vision UK, continues to blog from Afghanistan
It’s difficult as a western man to get any real understanding of what the world looks like through the eyes of an Afghan woman. The veil and separation of all things male and female here – on top of all the differences of culture, language and religious tradition – pretty effectively mask what’s going on underneath the veil and the surface.
Today, on this Muslim day of rest as I reflect on what I’ve experienced here this week, I sense that women hold the key to the future for Afghanistan’s children.
I’m also starting to see that, despite many differences, the women of Afghanistan bear so much in common with women the world over. Their passion to find a better future for their children. Their determination to overcome the many obstacles that society puts in their way. Their individual spirit and femininity shining through layers of uniformity. The quiet knowing look or brief word that conveys more meaning and understanding than the long and lofty speech of men (me not least!).
Passion for the future
In a remote almost Tuscan looking village, Yadha has found a way to transform the futures of her children. With World Vision’s help she’s become a beekeeper. Producing the first honey this area’s ever known Yadha told me: “My children were illiterate but now I can send Nasruddin to school, that’s my first priority”. Yadha pulled a roll of local bank notes from her pocket, and told me that with the £12 per kg she earns, “a prosperous future is waiting for my children”.
Yadha’s had to be bold to grasp this change. She says: “When World Vision first talked about bringing bees here everyone said, ‘why – they’ll just sting us and cause trouble’”. As she proudly showed me her hives and gave me delicious honey to taste, Nasruddin, who’s 14 told me his favourite meal has become honey with naan and milk. When I set out for Afghanistan I was not expecting a land of milk and honey!
Dramatic changes
In another village nearby, I met Faiqha headteacher of a local school supported by World Vision. She’s a rare thing, as we’ve heard how difficult it is to find women teachers particularly in poor remote areas like this one that are often very conservative. Faiqha’s been here seven years and her pride in seeing the number of girls in school continue to rise shines out from her face across the classroom.
She has also recruited other women to teach here – and the change from Afghanistan’s past is dramatic, to think that only ten years ago girls were not even allowed in school. Mothers here have high hopes for their daughters: “We want them to become doctors, teachers, even engineers”.
Their own aspirations are being fulfilled too as they benefit from the literacy and health education classes run by World Vision at the first community pre-school where we watched their five and six year-olds learning through play. I just couldn’t stop smiling as we crouched at the edge of this crowded tent overflowing with the songs and smiles of young children and their mums.
Education and empowerment
I’ve also started to notice the little touches of individuality that are on display with and through the ‘hijab’. A schoolgirl with blue flower patterns around the edge of her headscarf in a sea of uniformly white scarfs. Henna covered fingertips against the backdrop of a black burqa.
Watching some of World Vision’s female staff showing each other their stylish new shoes as they slip them on to leave the office. The five female volleyball teams that are taking part in a World Vision sponsored youth sporting tournament, complete in their sporting hijabs that we’ve provided.
As I sat yesterday with a group of local World Vision project managers, it was the two women who were the quietest. Yet is was Hasim who’d been voted ‘employee of the month’ by all staff and it was Ataiba whose one comment was most powerful of all – as she spoke of the risks that women face here and that real change can only come through their education and economic empowerment.
So, in my last few days here I will cherish each conversation I have with Afghan women and do my best to take the time to look, listen and learn before speaking or reaching male dominated conclusions. I’ll also see more reflections in their eyes of the women and girls closest in my own life back home – my wife Mischka, two daughters Caitlin and Maia and my own Mum and sister.
Day 4: Children as ‘commodities’
Justin Byworth, Chief Executive of World Vision UK, blogs from rural western Afghanistan.
The ability of adults to harm children is truly shocking. What never ceases to amaze me is the resilience of children to such hurt and trauma. Today I sat listening to nine boys pouring out their hearts as they told their life stories – of violence, forced labour, trafficking, abuse, neglect and of grief at lost parents.
Then within minutes we were playing volleyball together. They were laughing (mostly at me!) and relieving me of my phone to play games on. Resilience and recovery from trauma is only made possible by a secure, loving environment. That’s exactly where we were today – at a child care centre that World Vision helps support, where nearly 150 boys and girls live in safety, able to grow up healthy, educated and surrounded by friends who have become their family.
Grim realities
I’ll share the story of just one of these boys and, to protect his identity, I’ve changed his name.
Fardeen’s father died when he was one. His mother worked hard to care for him but when he was seven an ‘uncle’ took him from her, to work long days as a shepherd through harsh winters and hot summers, stopping him from going to school. Then ‘some men’ – traffickers – persuaded him to escape with them to Iran, ‘the land of opportunities’.
His uncle came after them and brought Fardeen back to the town here. Instead of taking Fardeen home he sold him to work for a lorry driver. The lorry driver beat Fardeen often and ‘exploited’ him. ‘Exploited’ is the closest they’ll come to talking about the grim unspoken realities of what Fardeen suffered.
Treated as a commodity
After just two months Fardeen ran away to work with a local mason before discovering the safety of the centre here just a year ago. What I’ll remember best is not Fardeen’s story, but his struggle not to cry when he spoke of his mother and the pain in his face when he spoke of the lorry driver.
Each child and their story are unique. The pattern though, as we heard one story after another, was painfully familiar. Children, when at their most vulnerable - orphaned, homeless – being treated as a commodity to profit from. One boy told how the owner of the restaurant he worked in aged just seven fed him only the scraps of leftover food.
Another told of his sister being sold in marriage when she was just a young child. For others it was simply the tale of hard labour, regular beatings and abandonment that led them to flee to this safe haven.
Sharing stories
I count myself honoured to have shared a little in these boys’ lives. Sitting on the floor of their dormitory, taking the time to hear about their lives in the company of trusted care worker and local World Vision staff as they gradually opened up to share what became an unstoppable flow of stories.
Running around the dusty volleyball court afterwards with the sun beating down on us, I didn’t feel so different from when I’m playing with my 10 year old son Luke in the garden at home. I’m privileged too, to work for World Vision and be able to do something to help protect children like these from harm.
As I head to bed now, my mind turns back to the shepherd boys whose voices I heard echoing across the hillside yesterday. I pray that tonight they can sleep unafraid of a beating, and that tomorrow World Vision and all those we work with can prevent these stories from being repeated, whether in Afghanistan, Zimbabwe or anywhere in between.
Day 3: From conflict to countryside
As the world focuses on Afghanistan today: President Obama’s historic visit and discussions about the future of the country, our Chief Executive visits the region and reflects on World Vision’s work assisting communities there.
Justin Byworth, Chief Executive of World Vision UK, blogs from Afghanistan.
Afghanistan. For the rest of the world it is images of conflict and insecurity that come to mind at the mere mention of this country. After only three days here it’s crystal clear that the real Afghanistan is something altogether different. A place of incredible history, of spectacular natural beauty and of extraordinary people rich with potential. From the majesty of mosques and citadels that have been trod by Genghis Khan or Alexander the Great. To fields of flowers rolling down gentle green hills, above valleys where peaches and pistachios flourish. To a democratically elected local leader wrestling with the challenges of getting children into school, of bringing greater equality for women, and protecting young men from the perils of trafficking. These are the images that today brought to us as we travelled from the bustle of the city to the calm of the countryside.
Struggling with the basics
I’m writing this in the dark, quiet of the World Vision office come guest house in this small, dusty provincial town where the electricity generator’s just gone off for the night. It’s a more conservative area than the city, with few women visible outdoors and those that are completely veiled. Far more turbans and beards too – closer to what one colleague describes as ‘the beard growing capital of the world’! The faces are even more diverse than we’ve seen elsewhere – Pashtuns, Tajiks, Turkmens, Uzbeks and the nomadic Kuchis. As we walked through the winding, bumpy streets we passed carpet saddled horses, donkeys and motorbikes, great piles of wool, and lines of plastic bottles filled with fuel. Driving up into the hills above the town we can see them clothed in meadows of grass and poppies (not the opium producing variety) here for just 3 or 4 months of the year between the snows of winter and the harsh heat of summer.
The basics of life are not easy here though. Villages of mud brick hewn out of the side of the hills, donkeys ploughing the briefly fertile land on the steepest of slopes, children walking 2 hours or more to carry water from the river to their homes. Drought for much of the last three years, interspersed with flash floods down dry river beds. The local Shura (council) leader tells me that and “there’s not enough work or ways to make a living here, we are losing our sons – they are leaving us”.
The forgotten place
World Vision have been working here for years and a local colleague tells me “World Vision is leading the green revolution in this area – fruit trees, soya beans, saffron, pistachios. Bees too, and a women’s carpet co-operative.” He says that “it’s been a forgotten place, it’s taken time for communities to know us and trust us, but now we are friends and so much is happening”. We met Habib who proudly showed us his field of young pistachio trees “this will bring a huge change for my family, they are drought resistant and if we care for them for 4 or 5 years there will be nuts for 200 years”.
The desire for change
The local Shura leader invited me in for my first cup of tea in an Afghan home. I listened gripped as Mohamed told us the story of his family, community and the trials and tribulations of leadership. With 6 of his 7 children daughters, his desire for change for women is very clear “I want them to be doctors, teachers”. He describes vividly the trap that many young men of 16 or 17 fall into, in the hands of traffickers they are tempted away to find work in Iran and all too often fall into drug addiction. As Mohamed thanks World Vision for our support, he invites me to stay at his home for the night. I know what our security officer (and my family!) might say about that, staying in this mountain village an hour from the provincial town itself firmly in the ‘red’ security zone. Mohamed reading my thoughts tells me “you would be safe here, I have 4,000 people following me, no one can touch you!”
Day 2: Precious childhoods
Justin Byworth, Chief Executive of World Vision UK, blogs from Afghanistan. 
Life and death. Today we saw both in all their wonder and horror the numbing tragedy of a tiny newborn baby’s life slipping quietly away, the overflowing joy of children, playing and laughing in the safety and love of our street children’s centre. Surrounding both, we saw the care and determination of World Vision’s Afghan staff and partners to bring life to children from their first cry through every day of their precious childhoods.
Haunting scenes

We watched a young nurse and doctor battle in vain to save the life of this tiny, premature baby in the neonatal unit
The scene that we witnessed unfolding inside the little neonatal unit at the provincial hospital this morning runs in freeze frame through my head. We step inside. Two empty incubators across the room. On the right a bright pink miniature bundle in a crib screaming lamb-like tiny cries.
The attention of Dr Sabbor and the nurse is focused elsewhere. On the dark haunting eyes and pale grey body of a premature baby rushed here just minutes ago straight from delivery. The nurse presses the small ventilator again and again passing air down the tube into his poorly formed lungs.
His heart is still beating but it’s clear all is not well, and as the minutes pass I hear her tell the doctor “no more vital signs”. Slowly, gently she stops and after a moment of stillness she pulls the blanket over him. It feels wrong that a life can pass so quickly and quietly. It feels wrong to be here, when his mother lies nearby unaware, recovering from labour.
I feel helpless to say or do anything, but pray for them both, recalling the rage and raw grief of a Cambodian mother holding her dying.
on in her arms twenty years ago. Noory, the midwife who delivered the little boy arrives and is visibly shaken – she’s only 21 herself and still completing her training. After 29 deliveries this is the first baby she’s lost and she departs to see and tell his mother.
Thriving amid fragility
Dr Saboor turns his attention back to the living, to the still so vulnerable baby across the room. A young woman arrives. It’s Rubia the young mother of little Hasim and we hear their story and see a new mother’s joy and exhaustion across her face.
The statistics and language of child and maternal mortality in Afghanistan came to life in a whole new way in that unforgettable 30 minutes. Nearly one in five children here die before their fifth birthday. Every 30 minutes a mother dies in childbirth. There are 30 million people in Afghanistan and it’s impossible to imagine what we witnessed this morning writ large across the country.
But there is hope. Hope in Hasim’s lung-bursting cries of life. Hope in the care that’s enabled Hasim and so many others to thrive from the most fragile of starts in life. Hope in the young midwives that we met this morning that World Vision is helping to train – 200 of them already in hospitals across western Afghanistan and 30 community level midwives who will soon extend this to many unreached health centres.
A life-saving difference
Young women like Shafiqa, just 18 and Noorya, 21, who talked with pride and excitement about their work. They reminded me of the community midwives of 1950s London’s east end brought to life so vividly in BBC TV’s recent ‘Call the Midwife’. Midwives are just one way in which World Vision and others are making a life-saving difference for the women and children of Afghanistan – in the last 10 years maternal death in childbirth has almost halved and infant death rates are falling steadily.
Full of confidence
We ended the day with children bursting with life and hope at World Vision’s street children centre here. So full of confidence, so proud of graduating from their informal class here and getting places in formal local schools that were far beyond them just a year ago when they worked each day in hard and hazardous conditions in the city streets. Best of all was playing with them – table football with the boys, while the girls built homes for toy animals.
They love the staff here, especially the counsellor Mariam who has helped so many of them recover from damaging childhood experiences. My wife Mischka would have loved it here, although it’s a far cry from her work counselling university students in England.
Cherishing children and childhoods
As we ended, several boys and girls grabbed their home made kites and waved them high above their heads – their faces will be in my mind as I turn the pages of ‘The Kite Runner’ before I sleep tonight. My prayers will linger not only on them but on the baby boy and his mother, father, brother and sisters who are mourning his death tonight.
For any of you reading this pray for the children of Afghanistan, and cherish your own children and childhoods so much safer from the hardship and heartache that many here face.


































