This is one of the consequences of the civil war. People stop trusting each other, and every stranger becomes an enemy.

We all find joy and radiance and a reason to move on even in the most dire of circumstances. Even in chaos and madness, theres still a beauty that comes from just the vibrancy of another human spirit.

We must strive to be like the moon

...children have the resilience to outlive their sufferings, if given a chance.

My squad is my family, my gun is my provider, and protector, and my rule is to kill or be killed.

This days one must be careful to avoid awakening the pain of another.

For many observers, a child who has known nothing but war, a child for whom the Kalashnikov is the only way to make a living and for whom the bush is the most welcoming community, is a child lost forever for peace and development. I contest this view. For the sake of these children, it is essential to prove that another life is possible.