The reason I needed Nisa Homes.

The reason I needed Nisa Homes.

The following is based on a true story. The author wanted it to be shared anonymously: 

I grew up in a home where black and blue bruises on my body was a norm. My father’s violent fists rained down on my mother and I every time he was in a bad mood, which was often. Most of my friends looked forward to being home on weekends, sleeping in and spending time with their families. Not me; I dreaded going home. The minute I entered it would feel like a battlefield. Home for me was never safe - it was toxic, it was painful, it was fear.

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Resident Stories: Refugees

Resident Stories: Refugees

One of our residents, a mother of two children shared her experience with us. She told us she still doesn’t know where she got the courage to just venture out into the unknown with nothing but her kids and some clothes, not knowing what awaits her. All she knew was that it was safer than what she was leaving behind her.

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