The fact is, no matter how you slice it, eastern Congo is one of the worst places to be a woman today. It is a daily struggle to avoid fleeing one’s home, suffering a rape that ends in HIV infection or permanent physiological damage, losing a child to preventable, treatable disease. Rape is a tool of war and once women have suffered the act itself, they are often turned away by their communities afterward.

This week Extra Extra, who has been tracking the recent upsurge of violence in eastern Congo, writes about the cri de couer of Congolese women.

I left Congo nearly 7 months ago but I still think of her each day, half in hope, half in mourning. Congo has a long road ahead and I walked away from the small piece I had to play in her lifepath. Through my work in Congo, I knew of women who went to the field each morning wearing female condoms to protect themselves against the possibility of their own rape. It is that knowledge that still weighs heavy on my heart.

It’s in that spirit that I ask each one of you not to forget that these women are out there, looking for hope. Read their words at the Declaration of North Kivu Women and an open letter from the women of Rutshuru, read their stories at Women for Women International, understand the issues at Amnesty International, see how one man and his team have helped at Panzi Hospital in Bukavu. Think about donating. But whatever you do, don’t forget these women.