The sight of refugees on the borders of Syria, hauling the few belongings they have managed to throw into a bag, dragging them for miles through a hot hostile environment, heading for who knows where and who knows what. Women and children make up the bulk of the dispossessed they walk and walk for mile on end, their homes behind, probably never to return. The determination to keep going and to keep their flock together, to provide some sort of guidance, some sort of protection, to instil some sort of hope in the mind of the severely confused children. Survival is a massive drive but if opportunities are limited and food scarce then the contest between families for the scraps of what is available is another problem for these nuggety individuals.
In contrast is the passivity of the starving people we see in places like Somali. Their children are already marked for death through malnutrition and it is the same malnutrition that has reduced the women, who have little or no hope for their families to give up hope themselves.
We can't possibly imagine what it is like to live in these hellish conditions, we can't imagine the trauma of trying to protect our children or survive ourselves with so much death and despondency all around.
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