A Chance to be Woven Back In

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A five-minute drive from my home took me to the narrow alley way of Duaa. In between tall buildings and tight spaces, filled with too much humanity and buildings in disrepair, I climb the dark stair well to Duaa’s apartment. Our phone lights were needed to keep us from stumbling up the stairs. I quickly take in electric wires dangling everywhere, the laundry drying in-between buildings and a lone plant struggling to find light.

Her warm greetings rang out, even before the humble apartment door opened. We kiss each other on the cheeks. Twice on each side. Duaa is our newest lady to join the Woven Dignity team.  She has 3 children (ten years old to two) and a husband who works for substandard pay as a car mechanic. They fled Syria ten years ago because of the war and have lived from week to week, sometimes day to day, in refugee status ever since.

Ten years is a long time to live with the label refugee. Ten years is too long to live with not enough. Ten years is not even half the years that many refugees stay in this status of displaced people with no rights. 

Recently her in-laws returned to Syria, to their home and are repairing it from the damage caused by the war. Duaa also has a home there near her in-laws, but if she returns her husband will be required to join the army. So, she feels that it is better that they stay all together in Lebanon, even though it is very difficult for them.

Her two oldest children sat quietly while we talked through a translator. The youngest was asleep. I asked her what she thought about being able to sew embroidered cards and work from home.  She exclaimed with joy, “I am so happy to be able to sew and help provide for my family.  I work at them every chance I get. My neighbors are complaining that they don’t see me anymore, but we need this opportunity.” 

Duaa, our newest lady who sews cards.

As grocery prices and everything related to living continue to soar in Lebanon, I have no doubt that this family is stretched to their maximum. In addition, the lack of electricity puts added strain on families as they struggle with the cold, and soon it will be the intense heat and the storage of food.

I am deeply satisfied to walk this journey with these women and families. All humanity deserves a chance to be woven in with people who love, care, and want to give hope and dignity back to those from whom it has been taken away.

If you would like to join the Woven Dignity Team, we are specifically praying for people who will:

  • Pray for us
  • Run our social media sights
  • People who are willing to promote our cards (to business’s, small friendship groups, and more) throughout America (and beyond).
  • Someone who is passionate about fund-raising for Woven Dignity
  • People who are willing to spread the word about what Woven Dignity is doing
  • Embroidery Thread (Red, white, light grey, many shades of leaf greens)

Please share our website to your friends and family.  https://www.wovendignity.com/

Blessings to you and yours. Thank you for all who have believed and supported us, this far.

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