“Wardo Mohamud Yusuf walked for two weeks with her 1-year-old daughter on her back and her 4-year-old son at her side to flee Somalia’s drought and famine. When the boy collapsed near the end of the journey, she poured some of the little water she had on his head to cool him, but he was unconscious and could not drink.
She asked other families traveling with them for help, but none stopped, fearful for their own survival.
Then the 29-year-old mother had to make a choice that no parent should have to make.
‘Finally, I decided to leave him behind to his God on the road,’ Yusuf said days later in an interview at a teeming refugee camp in Dadaab, Kenya. ‘I am sure that he was alive, and that is my heartbreak.’” - Malkhadir M. Muhumed
A Cruel Choice in Famine: Which Child Lives?
[Above: The body of 12-month-old Liin Muhumed Surow lays before burial at the Ifo Extension refugee camp outside Dadaab, Kenya, August 6. The child died of malnutrition 25 days after reaching the camp, her father Mumumed said. Credit: Jerome Delay/AP]
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