I am Ahmed, a tailor in Somalia. For years, I had been struggling with cataracts, which made it difficult for me to continue my work. I had to give up my job because I couldn’t see the details of the fabrics I was working on, and my mistakes were becoming more...
Asiya stood in line, her eyes fixed on the well at the end of the row. She had been waiting for hours, and her throat felt like sandpaper. But she knew she couldn’t give up. This was the only source of water in the camp, and if she didn’t get her share,...
