refugee camps

  • Our House or Nothing

    “I keep telling my daughter that we will go back to our house,” Ahmed tells me as a group of boys and men behind him fill some boxes with food, which will be delivered to the poorest families in the Al-Amari camp, in the Palestinian city of Ramallah. It’s...
  • The Women of my Family- Stories from Dadaab

    My Sister and Mother Maryan, now a little girl, was very distressed. She could discern that her mother was sick, her father blind. Sometimes she would sit in the sun, crying. This however did not change anything. She started to help in cooking, and keeping the home. My mother...