Immaculée Ilibagiza - Left To Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust

At my little brother, Vianneys, first communion: Im on the left at age ten, and Vianney is in the center, with Mom on his right.

My family in front of our home. From left: Dad, Mom, Aimable, Damascene, me, and Vianney.

Here I am with my brothers. From left: Vianney, our friend Claude, me, and Aimable. Damascene is in front.

Here I am at age 17, with Vianney.

Vianney enjoying a day by Lake Kivu.

Sitting behind our house, looking out over Lake Kivu, when I returned to my village after the genocide in late 1994.

Me, wearing the hat, at home with my girlfriend Mimi, who was killed in the genocide. Behind us is my dads yellow motorcycle.

Me, wearing the striped shirt, picnicking with my Girl Scout friends. My girlfriend Clementine, far right, was killed in the student massacre at our university.

Damascene (holding the ball) was captain of the basketball team.

Damascene, superstar athlete.

At Damascenes high school graduation: Dad is second from left; Damascene is holding his diploma; Im fourth from the right; and Vianney is far right, with Aimable next to him.

Here I am at university, a few months before the genocide began.

Damascene visiting me at my university campus in Butare.

Mom, front left, and her best friends. All but one of them were killed in the genocide.

Dad, on the right, discussing Rwandan educational policy at an international conference of Catholic school directors.

Sitting in the bathroom, where I hid with seven other women for three months, during a visit to Pastor Murinzis house a decade after the genocide.

Wondering how we all managed to fit in that tiny bathroom.

This is the wardrobe that concealed the bathroom door and saved our lives.

Here I am with Pastor Murinzi, ten years after the genocide.

Damascenes heartbreaking letter, written the night before he died.

The youngest member of my family to be murdered in the genocide: my eight-month-old cousin, Muvara.

These are fellow survivors, whom I met at the French camp. From left: my cousin Jeannette, her friend Rebeka, my cousin Consolee, Aunt Jeanne, and my cousin Chantal.

The ruins of our family home, destroyed during the genocide.

My brother Aimable stands in the wreckage of Dads burned-out car.

Me, bottom right, with the soldiers at the French camp.

Visiting Mother Teresas Orphanage in Kigali, which became a second home to me after the genocide.

With my wonderful husband, Bryan, during our traditional Rwandan wedding ceremony in Kigali, 1998.

Bryan and me with our babies, our joy: Nikki and Bryan, Jr.

My brother Aimable and I together on his wedding day in 2004.