In a world that too often rewards silence, Bisan Owda’s voice rises from the rubble — reminding us what real leadership, truth, and womanhood look like.
I just happen to catch the title of this article as I was opening my phone today.
Bisan is an indescribable force of nature and a testament to survival in the most tragic and dire of circumstances.
I have followed her for two years now. From the beginning of her documentation of the genocide.
I have cried for her and with her. I have worried about her and obsessively checked my phone for posts from her. I have been heartbroken with her. I have been fearful with her. And I have felt her anger and frustration too.
Bisan has brought us directly into her experiences.
She has shown us what is happening in real time. And documented the aftermath of some of the most horrific acts of violence and hate that I have ever seen.
I remember one night when they were being bombed by drones in a camp. I can’t even put into words how terrifying it was just to watch what was happening to her and the others in the camp. The cries of the children. The shouts of the adults.
This genocide may have happened half a world away, but Bisan has made it real in a way that no one else has been able to do for me.
But she’s also shown the joy of the small things.
Children, laughing and playing. Someone sharing their small meal with her. Children flying kites by the ocean. Just the joy in her face when she’s been in circumstances of hope like when they were allowed to return to their home during a cease-fire.
Sorry for the long post but it’s been a long two years and her reporting on her day-to-day life has been incredible.
She absolutely deserves a Nobel peace prize. But more than anything she deserves peace. I pray that she will one day have it because there aren’t many people who I can think of that are more deserving of this. ❤️
I just happen to catch the title of this article as I was opening my phone today.
Bisan is an indescribable force of nature and a testament to survival in the most tragic and dire of circumstances.
I have followed her for two years now. From the beginning of her documentation of the genocide.
I have cried for her and with her. I have worried about her and obsessively checked my phone for posts from her. I have been heartbroken with her. I have been fearful with her. And I have felt her anger and frustration too.
Bisan has brought us directly into her experiences.
She has shown us what is happening in real time. And documented the aftermath of some of the most horrific acts of violence and hate that I have ever seen.
I remember one night when they were being bombed by drones in a camp. I can’t even put into words how terrifying it was just to watch what was happening to her and the others in the camp. The cries of the children. The shouts of the adults.
This genocide may have happened half a world away, but Bisan has made it real in a way that no one else has been able to do for me.
But she’s also shown the joy of the small things.
Children, laughing and playing. Someone sharing their small meal with her. Children flying kites by the ocean. Just the joy in her face when she’s been in circumstances of hope like when they were allowed to return to their home during a cease-fire.
Sorry for the long post but it’s been a long two years and her reporting on her day-to-day life has been incredible.
She absolutely deserves a Nobel peace prize. But more than anything she deserves peace. I pray that she will one day have it because there aren’t many people who I can think of that are more deserving of this. ❤️