When I was around 18 months and my little brother Yusef 6 weeks old, our mother was put into prison for 20 years for a murder she did not commit. I spent the next year in prison with mother and Yusef. I was a mischievous child and knew no other lif). Quite often a lady used to come to visit and bring us clothes and fruit and hugs. I used to like to wear her sandals and was always curious as to what she had in the bags she brought.
Then one day she took me with her and I joined one of the 3 Angels Childrens Homes in Pokhara where I was extremely happy. At this time my mother was briefly in the Kathmandu jail so I even had a plane ride to Pokhara. A few months later my friend from the prison named Kripa also joined me, she and I are like brother and sister because we were together inside the jail. We take care of each other.
I was put in a different home after my accident (which you will read about below), so that I could get better nursing care and we missed each other a lot.
When Kripa first came from the prison she did not recognize me because my hair had been cut. She stood and looked at me, then she touched my face with her fingers. I held her hand and took her to the next room where the other children were playing. I am very happy to have Kripa as a special sister. Now that I am well but still in a different home, we always hug each other when we meet at school or at Sabbath school.
See us in the photo below before we left the prison.
Our Home was on the first floor of a brick building with a balcony. Sad to say I used to like to climb the balcony fence and one wet day I managed to slip and fall on my head onto the concrete outside the floor below. I was rushed to the hospital and my lif) hung in the balance for some time. Lots and lots of prayers were sent heavenward for me and miraculously I have recovered. It is now a year since the accident and the only reminder I have of it is that I am a little unsteady on my feet specially when I run. God has really worked a miracl) for me. My mother knew that everyone at 3 Angels loved me and she did not blame them when I fell. She knew I was often naughty. She has also learned to love Jesus even though she is still in the prison.
I love Jesus very much and I love to sing. I go to school and even help with taking worships in my Home.