Habur
She doesn't need words. You can read it in her eyes – the sadness that lies within.
I first met Habur (not her real name) at a community function organised by another caring local group.
I found out she has two young children. She and her husband fled the war in their south Asian country, spent years in a refugee camp and arrived on our shores by boat. Her husband is also in Australia but not living with the family, though they are in regular phone contact.
Habur is shy, reserved even, but has a calming influence on those around her. She loves her English lessons which she attends twice weekly. Fortunately, our group is able to pay for these lessons. We also surprise Habur occasionally by giving her a gift so her children can attend a community event or so the family can enjoy a more appealing Christmas.
When I give her these gifts on behalf of our group, she doesn’t need words to show how she feels. You can read the gratitude in her eyes. More importantly, you can see a hint of happiness. It’s a joy, however fleeting, that she’s aware some people do care for her well-being.