During the Kaduna massacre, a Hausa Muslim man who didn’t know my family took us in and hid us in his house. When the people hunting Christians came to his house and asked if there were any Christians inside, he told them no. He even swore by Allah, saying “Wallahi,” just to protect us. He risked his own life to keep people he had never met safe. I was only a little girl then, but I remember everything. The following morning, before daybreak, he led us out of his house to where the soldiers were. He gave my father some money. From there, we left Kaduna with nothing. Years later, when I was older, my brother and I returned to Kaduna to look for him. Unfortunately, we learnt that he had passed away💔 We did what we could to show his family how much we appreciated what he had done for us.