Myriam Abdelaziz Photography

I disowned my family to get a chance to survive and they all died. I was 12. Innocente Nyirahabimana

One of the genocide perpetuator had pity on me and was able to convince the others to leave me alive.  It was a miracle.  I was 8.  Godiose Mukakahisa

I have been encircled by armed men.  I was so afraid that I fainted.  When I woke up, my hand was lying next to my body.  Fred Murisa

I miss my father so much.  We loved each other so much.  Prisca Uwamahoro

I can not move my arms anymore.  I have no husband or any family anymore.  How was I supposed to take care of my children?  Beatrice Bazayirwe

After I lost my leg and my entire family, I lived 4 years all by myself in an abandoned house I had found.  I was 13.  Jean Pierre Sibomana

Nobody could go to any hospital. It was too dangerous.  My wounds stunk and seeped.  Worms filtered into the holes and I was spiting them out from my nose and throat.  Noelle Musabyirema

I escaped Rwanda and walked to Congo where I took refuge in a camp.  During the few months I was there, I had to hide my wounds at all times as they would reveal my ethnicity.  Hutus were everywhere and could finish me off anytime.  Ange - Sandrine Mukayitesi

I was raped by more than ten men.  They would force my brother to watch it and stab me with knifes if I resisted.  I have aids now.  Jacqueline Kangimundi

I will never be able to forget my parents look while theywere dying.  I was 9.  Diane Niyongira

In the Catholic church of Gitongo, they smashed my head with iron sticks and then they tried to split my skull with machetes.  Speciose Mukagihini

I have had over ten operations and have still not recovered.  I hope I will one day be able to afford the finish my treatment.  Grace Rutamu

I have nothing to say.  I have too much pain, and there would be too much to say anyway.  Theoneste Muvunyambo

My head still hurts.  I hear noises, like very strong wind blowing in my skull, like a storm in my head.  Winny Murekatete