Kawthat Mohammed, 28 years old, waiting to receive her food basket.
My name is Kawthar Mohammed, and I am 28 years old. I am a mother to a little boy named Yazan, who is two and a half years old. We live in Beleil locality, in South Darfur State. Some time ago, I noticed that Yazan was constantly crying and quickly losing weight. At that time, we were out farming, and there was no health center nearby. The war was the biggest obstacle—constant fighting made accessing healthcare services nearly impossible. After three months, we returned to the locality and came to the health center run by Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders). Reaching these centers wasn’t easy; we often had to navigate unsafe roads and pass through checkpoints where you couldn’t be sure if you would be welcomed or not.
When we arrived at the center, the place was crowded with mothers like me, holding weak children, most of whom were suffering from malnutrition due to the difficult circumstances we face. Yazan was diagnosed with severe malnutrition. He was provided with proper nutritional support, and his health condition has been monitored daily. Here, it’s not just about treatment but also about humanity—compassionate care and attention to the smallest details.
We also received food rations provided by Médecins Sans Frontières’ programs for pregnant women and malnourished children. These include fortified flour and special milk. However, the challenge lies in transporting these supplies back to our home, as the road is often unsafe and fraught with risks.
What complicates our lives further is the lack of clean water. We need it to prepare safe food. Communities here share scarce resources, and conflicts often arise over even the simplest necessities of life.
Despite these hardships, I don’t lose hope. I dream of a safe future for Yazan, where he can grow up in peace and live a dignified life.
Kawthat Mohammed, 28 years old, waiting to receive her food basket.
My name is Kawthar Mohammed, and I am 28 years old. I am a mother to a little boy named Yazan, who is two and a half years old. We live in Beleil locality, in South Darfur State. Some time ago, I noticed that Yazan was constantly crying and quickly losing weight. At that time, we were out farming, and there was no health center nearby. The war was the biggest obstacle—constant fighting made accessing healthcare services nearly impossible. After three months, we returned to the locality and came to the health center run by Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders). Reaching these centers wasn’t easy; we often had to navigate unsafe roads and pass through checkpoints where you couldn’t be sure if you would be welcomed or not.
When we arrived at the center, the place was crowded with mothers like me, holding weak children, most of whom were suffering from malnutrition due to the difficult circumstances we face. Yazan was diagnosed with severe malnutrition. He was provided with proper nutritional support, and his health condition has been monitored daily. Here, it’s not just about treatment but also about humanity—compassionate care and attention to the smallest details.
We also received food rations provided by Médecins Sans Frontières’ programs for pregnant women and malnourished children. These include fortified flour and special milk. However, the challenge lies in transporting these supplies back to our home, as the road is often unsafe and fraught with risks.
What complicates our lives further is the lack of clean water. We need it to prepare safe food. Communities here share scarce resources, and conflicts often arise over even the simplest necessities of life.
Despite these hardships, I don’t lose hope. I dream of a safe future for Yazan, where he can grow up in peace and live a dignified life.
