Born in Port Said, Egypt, I remember the fear and disruption of living in a region torn apart by the Six Day War in 1967. Ultimately, my parents made the difficult decision to relocate our family to the United States, seeking a more stable environment. As I grew older, married, and had children of my own, my Egyptian roots and the memory of what our community endured during the war remained an integral part of my identity. As a child, I never would have imagined that one day I’d be working hand in hand with Israelis to help bring positive change to the world. This is the story of how life brought me to this partnership, and together, helping change the cycle of poverty for 12 sub-Saharan communities – and we’re just getting started.

In 2015, my then-teenage daughter urged me to accompany her on a trip to Africa. Year after year, she had asked, and I had declined. But this time something stirred in me, and I agreed. Our visit to Tanzania then and our return trip in 2017 exposed me to the harsh reality of dreadful living conditions faced by the people there. They were at the mercy of the rain for sustenance, trapped in a vicious cycle of poverty with no clear way out, and the well-meaning philanthropists who were donating were only perpetuating the cycle of destitution.

We visited Upendo, one of the students whom my daughter had encouraged me to support in 2016. Upendo brought us home with her to meet her family. What I saw devastated me to my core. Walking through her village, we saw the depths of poverty, farmers sitting around with no crops because the rain hadn’t been kind that month. Women walking for miles to fill up a jug of water from a watering hole, regardless of whether the water was even clean.

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