When the sidewalk becomes the only home,
Don't look for humanity in books, see it in the hug of this bereaved father.
See a father's final goodbye to his son, a moment torn between love and heartbreak. Hours later, he was martyred in El Fasher.
Now put yourself in that boy's shoes, listening to his father's voice for the very last time.
They search for a morsel in the trash, what shame have we reached?
O Allah, we disavow ourselves to You from this betrayal.
They sat on the rubble of their home, not crying for the stones, but for the memories that were once here.
When a woman is tied up and tortured like this, the human conscience is also tied.
O Allah, be with them 馃挃
A child who doesn't even have flesh to cover his bones.
In Sudan, hunger doesn't knock on the door, It lives in the houses 馃嚫馃嚛











