Children in Crisis

Azida’s Childhood has been torn apart by a barbed wire fence on which one side is her home, Myanmar; and the other side is Bangladesh, where she is called a “Refugee”. Five years ago, when Azida was only six years old, she was forced to leave her home as well as a part of her sweet childhood. Eleven-year-old Azida lives in the largest refugee camp in the World in Cox’s Bazar which is home to one million Rohingya refugees and half a million children.

Amid roadside restaurants and bustling crowds in one of Herat’s busiest markets, 10-year-old Wakeel is working as a shoeshine boy. Until recently, he had never stepped foot inside a school, instead roaming the street of his city, equipped with a simple brush and several small glass bottles filled with shoe polish, working 11-hour days to provide an income for his family.

My name is Reem*, I am 13 years old. I am displaced from a town in northwest Syria. I have four brothers and sisters who I consider my children because I am the one who takes care of them, raises them and I am responsible for them in all aspects. They are Noor*, 10, Raya*, 9, Abdullah*, 4, little Samar*, one year and a half.

I used to live happily with my family until my father passed away. But at that time my mother was our support system and she sought to be our mother and father.