I am servant of God for many years, in 1993 war, in my village people started to kill each other, I am a Tutsi, that time we did not knew what was happened in the country, and plan to into center to buy something that my family can eat. In the way, I met with a group people (Hutu) with a large knife and began to run for me. I run but it was not easy until they cached me and cut my neck and go thinking that I was died, it was around 10 am, from there until 4pm I lost my mind but that time I heard the voice said that “ this person needs to buried” then they go to find material of dinning. All my body was blood I moved the place and go sitting down the big tree, when they came back and not see me at the place, they decided to make fire all the forest, but God protected. Next day, my first son was killed at the same area. I did not have power to forgive them but this night I was feeling like a big stone took down from heart, I am feeling now to forgive my neighbors who killed my son. The power of forgiveness come from healing heart.