Being the daughter of a UN staff is always overwhelming. You change cities, you change friends, you change everything. Sometimes you don’t change anything; it’s just the UN staff member who changes cities. That was the situation when my mom first joined UNICEF. She was very happy and so was everybody. During the time she was working in India I didn’t know how risky it was to be a UN official.
Then one day, after 6 years of hard work in India, she got a posting in South Sudan for emergency duty. The family was again very happy. But now I actually started thinking that mom is going away to a different city, a different country, a different culture and to a place which was war stricken. She was very excited because she loves her work and profession. But I was scared because I love my mom. I didn't express myself because she would have been hurt. But I knew whatever she’d do was for the betterment of the family.
She was sent there for treating kids who were affected by war. She was there for them. Life was tough. There was no fresh food and water borne diseases were prevalent. Being a vegetarian, she could not even think of eating meat. She had to take care of herself and of the children she went there for.
War and peace doesn't affect people till someone from their family is in such a situation. They cannot empathize till they know how severe it is. Being a UN official is not easy. People think you get lots of perks but everything comes with a price. My mother works in such difficult conditions because of her profession and because doctor’s can see anything but hate to see a person dying.
Who would ever think of going to a place where there is a deadly disease. But that is never the case with my mom. I don’t know how she can love her profession more than she loves herself. After South Sudan my mom chose to work in Sierra Leone. Yes, the same Sierra Leone which is affected by “EBOLA”.
She has been there for almost 2 months. She never sounds scared. She is happy and confident. Many things about “EBOLA” have been published in newspapers and shown on television. That makes me scared but it never affects her. She is always that lively. She went there when Ebola was at it’s peak.
I don’t have much to write about this because I have no idea what’s it’s like to be there. I am just writing this because peace is not “not having war,” but it is that place where our body and mind are also at peace. They should be disease free. And my mom is working towards attaining this goal of peaceful mind and body.
She is my inspiration, she is helping to attain peace in her way by making people disease free. And mom, I am so proud of you.