Daniel still remembers the screams — sharp cries, punctuated by the sound of gunfire. He remembers the way the ground cut his feet as he ran from the village. The scars are still there, physically and emotionally. They remind him of the day the militia came to his...
The blistering sun beat down on Sylvia as she waited in line. She was hot, thirsty, and weak. But as she shifted her weight from foot to foot in the dusty camp, she saw hope for the first time in months. And it looked like a bag of cornmeal. Sylvia has experienced...