Ali lies on the ground on a brown pillow with floral print. His eyes are open, but motionless. His skinny arms and legs feebly lie beside him, as if they were not part of his body. His mother Fawsa sits next to him, softly massaging his lower legs and caressing his head. Ali does not move.
Women & Children in Emergencies
When I met Zyad for the first time, he was registering himself in CARE’s refugee centre in Amman. He asked me whether he could tell me his story. He said he wanted the world to hear it.
A dusty road in the city of Irbid in the North of Jordan, about an hour's drive from the Syrian border. Box-shaped houses with small, barred windows are strung together. White colour chips off brown walls, wires are hanging down, rubble piles at the side of the street.
This story was captured during the catastrophic drought and famine that gripped the Horn of Africa in 2011that killed hundreds of thousands of people and affected millions more.
Marie, 30, fled her home in Kitchanga when armed groups arrived and violence broke out in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) in March.
Hanan is showing us a picture she drew on a torn piece of paper. In some ways it’s what you’d expect from an 8 year old. The people have smiling faces and amorphous bodies. The houses have pointed rooftops and windows.