Kindness Game

August 20th, 2017

I am the secret leader of the camp, and the queen of my room.

One of my sons gave me a nickname ‘’male mother’’…

And my secret mission is to spread kindness everywhere.

Small things to make people happy.

I start smiling before I leave my room. I never pass without saying ‘hello’. I spread the kindness of ‘hello’.

In semester holiday, I opened the game room every morning from 9 am to 12 pm for children in the camp. If there is no adult to be with them and no promise to keep the room clean, the game room never opens.

Women with children from Afghanistan, Syria, and Nigeria leave their children to me when they have works to do. Why? Because no one else would want to babysit other children.

I talk to my children. ‘’We are playing a game. We came here to learn a foreign language. Let’s see who will learn this country’s language first?’’ I say and they start to list the words they know…

The one who learns the language first, will visit grandma’ and papa.

They have missions too. Being kinder every day. I care about their kindness even if they are being used. They come up with different stories every day, trying to convince me they helped people…

Mommy, a woman asked me hold her baby, I helped her.

Mommy, Abbas was crying, so I gave him my toy to play.

They are beaten hundreds of times while trying to make some friends in common areas. They were coming home crying and hurt every day.

‘’Even they don’t understand you, talk to them, explain them that you are hurt.’’ I say. After about three months, cries decreased.

I follow whatever makes life liveable.

However, even my breath leaves me halfway. Writing these, I remember little Betül Seda, went hundreds of miles to see her father but died on the way.

And the words her mother said to her father;

She ran to the prison building as we arrived. I couldn’t hold her…

Words to describe this pain deserted the colors.

I don’t have the definition of this pain.

I start praying with Betül Seda…