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“I disowned my family to get a chance to survive and they all died. I was 12.” Innocente Nyirahabimana |
“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 |
“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 |
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“I miss my father so much. We loved each other so much.” Prisca Uwamahoro |
“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 |
“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 noise and throat.” Noelle Musabyirema |
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“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 |
“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 – Sandrin |
“I have nothing to say. I have too much pain, and there would be too much to say anyway.” Theoneste Muvunyambo |
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“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 kept my wounded arm two weeks, and then it detached itself from my body and I threw it away. I was 11.” Jeanette Niweyangeneye |
“I will never be able to forget my parents look while they were dying. I was 9.” Diane Niyongira |
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“I can’t move my arms anymore. I have no husband or any family anymore. How was I supposed to take care of my children?” Beatrice Bazayirwe |
“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 |
“My head still hurts. I hear noises, like very strong wind blowing in my skull, like a storm in my head.” Winny Murekatete |
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The Rwandan Genocide was the 1994 mass extermination of hundreds of thousands of ethnic Tutsis and moderate Hutu sympathizers in Rwanda and was the largest atrocity during the Rwandan Civil War. This genocide was mostly carried out by two extremist Hutu militia groups, the Interahamwe and the Impuzamugambi, during a period of about 100 days from April 6 through mid-July 1994. At least 500,000 Tutsis and thousands of moderate Hutus died in the genocide. Other estimates put the death toll between 800,000 and 1,000,000. Myriam Abdelaziz is a French photographer of Egyptian origins and born in Cairo. Her career started in the marketing field in which she worked for seven years after having studied Political Science, Journalism and Marketing. She then decided to pursue a career in photography and graduated from the International Center of Photography in New York in 2006. Since then her work has been published in prestigious magazines such as Time Magazine, Marie-Claire, Newsweek, Smithsonian, Le Monde, Courrier International, The British Journal of Photography, PDN and Eyemazing among many others as well as exhibited worldwide. Myriam is a member of the Middle Eastern Women Photographer Collective: RAWIYA ('She who tells a story'). Visite du site du photographe. |
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