My name is Sarah. Mil. It's, my name is spelled Sarah. My last name is
Spelt Ma Nyiel.
I was born 1990 December 16th in Porto. We, I was, we were, I was born in
a private hospital that was run by a Catholic church.
Yes. My mom and my dad are from the same town and they were, they were
born there and they lived there most of their lives until they moved out
of the south. Um They were both born in Europe and my mom's name is
Rebecca Eduard Hailey. And my father's name is Inna Ka Miguel.
We belong to the DCA tribe.
Um My parents moved to Khartoum that's in the north um way before we were
born and that's where they started their lives. My father, I went to
college, um got his degree in accounting and he had a job and we lived
there most of our lives and we had this house where we all lived in my
grandmother and my aunts, my cousin's huge house and that's where I was
until I was about 77 years old. And we moved to Egypt from there
a typical day before school started, we would, um, we would wake up early
, always, we weren't allowed to sleep in. Um, and we would wake up, we
would get ready. We would clean up. We would always sweep the backyard and
the house and everywhere. And during the summertime, we would sleep
outside in the yard, we had high brick walls that secured our house. So no
one can really see um, what's going on inside and we would bring the beds
out and put it outside and that's where we can sleep. And then in the
morning we'd have to take all those back inside and, and then we would
have tea in the morning with bread. Always in peanut butter, always.
And then, um, we would,
each child gets a chance to go to the market that, that day with your aunt
or your older cousin or your um, grandmother. And then you, at the end of
the shopping trip, you would get him a retreat and then you would come
back and then it would be a turn to like help around the house with the
stuff in the kitchen and stuff
different. Yeah. Biotic. We would wake up in the morning and then we would
have to get some breakfast and then we just tea again and we would have to
get ready and go take the bus and then we go because we went to school in
this private um, church. So it would take us a long time. To get to the
school. So it's, it's a long trip and we would have to go walk to the bus
stop and then we take the bus and then we would go to school. And then
after school we would walk to my mom's job because her job was right next
to my school. And I, I would stay with her, me and my younger sister would
stay there until she was done around six. And then we would go home and my
older siblings would just straight go home and then we would stay with my
mom.
Yes, we would do the same class, but we were separated. When we were
sitting, the guys would, the boys would sit in one section and the girls
would sit in one section.
Um
Yes, but we didn't do that a lot in our household. Girls would usually
work in the kitchen and guys would be outside somewhere. But um after we
moved around so much and is it, my father was out of the picture. So we
all worked together, my brothers did dishes
and they helped cook before I learned how to cook. Um and they just sell
around the house.
Um We had lunch at noon and then we had dinner about four o'clock in the
evening. The m the
every time every evening when we had dinner the evening, the announcer,
the Muslim movement,
Jama the mosque. There we go. You to call the mosque in English but it's
Jama America. They, it goes off, the guy would do the, the call for the
prayer. And that's when everybody ate dinner and then before bed we had a
cup of milk and sometimes when my dad was there, he would bring this
pastry. It's called palava here, but we called it pasta. It's very sweet.
I don't know if any of you had it but you should try it. It's really
delicious. And we had that before bed every night.
She was a teacher. She taught these group of women how to sew. She, um,
crocheted, she made dresses and decorations and stuff and she would also
sell those.
Ok.
No, we were, like I said, we were part two. So we didn't really, there,
there was no war. I mean, there is discrimination, there is, uh, tensions
between ethnicities and such, but there wasn't an actual war. So I never
really experienced it. And then we moved to Cairo. There wasn't a war
there either.
Um, I heard,
um,
I heard how,
because the older generation hate the, um, Arabs and they would talk about
how they, they kill Children and they have no hearts, they burn down our
houses and they would say things like that whenever we try to play with
the Arab kids or hang out with them. Like my grandmother, she would say
bitter things about them. She would say stay away from them. They'll come
here and kill us at night. Stuff like that.
So.