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I live in this small tent on the corner here in the refugee camp. My children are with me and I am thankful we are all alive. We are safe now and I am thankful for that. We are starting a new life in the camp which is not easy.

I have concern for my son. He seems hollow. It’s like the things he experienced in the war stripped him of his soul. Sometimes the other kids make fund of him. Some laugh and play, but not my son. What can bring healing to my son?