Real Stories & Testimonies

The following testimonies were written by DASH graduates; we are blessed to call each of them our friends. We have prayed, cried, and rejoiced as we’ve shared our lives together over the past several years. Our heart in sharing these stories is not to exploit – all stories have been shared with full consent of each author. Instead, we hope to communicate the humanity intertwined with this issue and shine light on the atrocities that drive one to flee their home. 

Religious Persecution

I grew up in an Orthodox family in (Africa). I would only go to church once per year and the Orthodox services were in a dead language that nobody understands. The Orthodox Christians and churches in my area focused more on saints, traditions, rules, and doing the right thing. I always knew there was a God but I did not have a personal relationship with Him.

Then when I was (a youth) I moved to my older sister’s house. My sister was a Pentecostal believer. I started going to church with her and she started telling me about God. When my sister was teaching me about the Bible, part of me was really beginning to believe in what she was teaching me and I wanted to continue to learn more about the Bible and Jesus.

But in (my country) you are not allowed to be Pentecostal. If the rulers find out, then they put you in jail forever until you say that you won’t follow Jesus this way anymore. The government found out about my sister. They gave her a letter saying that if you continue following Jesus this way then you and your whole family will go to jail, but if you give up believing then they will let everyone go free. We were given until morning to decide. But she didn’t want to give up, and neither did I. So that is why we left the country and hid in (a bordering country). My sister’s family went to (a country in Europe) and got asylum, but we found out the family reunification laws didn’t allow them to bring me. So I fled to the United States when I was 16 to file for asylum.

I was sent to a group foster home and then was placed into the international foster care program. During this time my foster mom did not allow me to go to church, but this was the very reason I fled to America! Asylum cases take a long time, and they don’t allow minor asylum seekers to remain in foster care when they turn 18 if they don’t have asylum yet. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do then, because I still did not have my work permit.

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The Women’s Rights Activist

Because of all the sexual abuse, violence, and injustice against women that I saw in my country, I became a women’s rights activist. During law school, I started an organization with a mission to bring women together to teach them what the law says about their rights and to empower women to speak out against sexual violence or discrimination. I began to speak out more and more for their rights and even ran for Congress.

The government employees are one of the greatest offenders of abuses against women. So the government sent soldiers to silence me. When they found me, they attacked me, raped me, and arrested me. They even raped both my mother and sister. If all of us survivors of these injustices keep silent, then things will never change! So even after this, I did not stop speaking out for women’s rights.

From then on I was followed by government soldiers, and I realized that if I stayed in my country, I would be attacked again. And this time they may not leave me alive. So I decided to flee to America and I applied for asylum when I arrived. 

As an asylum seeker I did not have a work permit, and, at first, I found no organization to help me. I felt lost. I did not have any relationships: no friends and no family members. I didn’t know English. I had no money. I did not have a car or know how to drive. I went from house to house asking for a place to sleep for a few nights. Then I would move on and find a new place.

I remember crying every day thinking about my family, and thinking about my country. I would like to go back, but I couldn’t. But in the bottom of my heart, there was that voice that always said, “It is better for your children to hear that you are alive and far away than to hear that you are dead .”

Still, every single day was like hell. I lost my joy. Many nights I cried myself to sleep. And even during the day, I would take time to cry. I was saying, “God, where are you?! You gave me a promise that you would be with me, but where are you now?”

After two years in the country, I did receive my work permit, but now it has been 6 years since I applied for asylum, and my case is still pending!


The Justice Advocate

I grew up in an African country where, to suppress people into fear, homes were raided and women I knew and loved were beaten, stripped of their dignity, and raped. Not by out-of-control gangs, but by the very government officials who were supposed to protect the people.

After obtaining a law degree, my passion led me to make my life mission exposing government officials’ rape of civilians, helping these women to speak out with their stories, and publishing them publicly through a nonprofit I started. Needless to say, the government was not fond of this work. Death threats became commonplace. I continued my work until that terrible day.

Walking home from work, I was stopped by a gang of government vans filled with masked, armed soldiers. While beating me repeatedly in the head with the butts of a gun, causing permanent partial hearing loss, they shouted at me that I must never speak against the government. On the side of a dusty African road, they assaulted me. They left me for dead.

After a year in recovery, I picked up my justice advocacy work again with new vigor. A few months later I received a note stating, “We know where you are, and what you are doing. This time we will not leave you alive.”

I knew I had to run. I first fled to a nearby country. There I received word that the government was still tracking me. I moved to another country, went into hiding, gathered money for a plane ticket, obtained a visitor visa to America, and escaped.

Once in Texas, I filed for asylum, asking the U.S. government for protected status. For my first two years in America, I slept on couches and was on the verge of homeless ness. After searching and finding no resources for people with my immigration status, I was forced to beg for a place to stay and food from anyone I met. Finally, HRI connected me with DASH. I was able to receive housing, food and support until I was able to work and start my own hair braiding business. 

LGBTQ+ Persecution

Due to safety concerns, we are not able to tell you the detailed stories of LGBTQ+ persecution, but we wanted to mention that we have had several DASH residents from countries in which same-sex relationships are punishable by stoning, assault, or death. When family or friends find out about same-sex relationships, they are often obligated by law or social status to turn the offender over to authorities.

Similar to other asylum seekers’ stories, those persecuted for sexual orientation are forced to flee the country to save their lives. We believe every person holds inherent value and is made in the image of our Creator. We accept and welcome residents from all backgrounds and all walks of life into our program. There is no statement of faith needed for asylum seekers to receive our services.


So what happens to people who are seeking asylum who arrive in the US alone, cannot legally work, and are not part of a housing program like DASH*? The following are real stories from asylum seekers who arrived in DFW before receiving DASH support.

*Note: DASH is the only asylum seeker housing program in DFW and one of only a handful in the nation.

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