For Refugees, Making a Child’s Birth Something to Celebrate Again

I want you all to meet the newest addition to the Sisterhood Soap family!

This little guy was born just the other day here in Iraq, after months of anticipation—and that in itself says everything.

Only a few years ago, a new baby might not have been good news for our refugee friends. An arrival like this would have been met with fear and uncertainty.

Because when you’ve lost everything—when violence and hate have stolen your home, your livelihood, your way of providing for your loved ones—then you have no way of knowing what kind of life your new child will have.

But what a difference a few years make. What a difference you make.

You have stood with these families since the day we met them, shortly after they fled an ISIS genocide. You’ve wept with them, listened to them. You’ve brought food and medicine to them. You provided sheep for them to tend. You stood with them as they learned how to make soap and took the first hard steps back to self-sufficiency.

You’ve held their handmade soap in your hands and celebrated each hard-won victory with them. When there were setbacks—including just recently, when this little guy’s dad’s sheep were stolen—you grieved with them and helped them stay on their feet.

Because of your commitment and their determination, this child’s birth was a moment of pure celebration.

Just six hours after he was born, his little cousin came into the world, too—in another room, just down the hall. (She wasn’t as excited for pictures that day, but don’t worry. We’ll be back to visit!)

These little ones have so much to look forward to. They are surrounded by so much love.

Because of your investment in their parents, they were born in a home, rather than in tents. Six years ago, their older brother sustained an eye injury while living in a refugee camp—that injury is now causing him to go blind.

I will never forget what their dad said to me the other day after the birth of his newest child: that this baby will be safe, because he is growing up in a real home and not a tent where dirt and debris can get into his eyes and cause him to go blind.

You are helping change the future for these families and their children.

This day was one of pure celebration, and I wanted you to be part of it. It is such a privilege to do life with these friends—not just “provide aid” or “create jobs” but to build relationship and connection. That’s what you are making possible.

When they asked me if I would move next door that day, so we could see each other every day, it was hard not to start packing.

Welcome to our world, little one. We are so glad you are here. We belong to you, and you belong to us—and we are so grateful to be in this together!