Day 2
This is day two of my hunger strike. I said I would try to blog each day but honestly it seems more appropriate to keep the focus where it belongs-with Darfur’s courageous people
I met these little girls at Zamzam camp. Their parents had been killed when their village was attacked. The big sister had become the parent. “No one will hurt my baby,” she told me. But the baby had not uttered a single sound since the day they saw their parents killed.
