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Darfur Athlete Profile: Issa, 14
Download this profile to print Issa Age: 14 Refugee in Camp Oure Cassoni Nationality: Sudanese How Issa got to Camp Oure Cassoni When asked who destroyed his village, Issa will tell you, the President of Sudan. Four years ago, Issa’s village Darfur was attacked...
Only the name remains.
“Please keep putting a fire under Bashir,” Amira asked from us and all Americans. She said that Bashir needs pressure, so that he will allow peace to come to Darfur. Amira wants to go back home with her husband and six children. She does not understand why her own...
only a name is left
clay kitchen walls covered with black smoke fire destroyed Cornoye four years pass by energy spent waiting for humanity to reach from our hearts compassion rising above consumed lives buying spending thinking of self reaching up and out towards colors rose turquoise...
Pictures from Day 2
i-ACTivist challenge!
In i-ACT tradition, we’ll be hosting the i-ACT challenge again! i-ACT is all about action, so every day we hope the stories from the camps will inspire everyone to take part in our daily actions. We’d like to show our appreciation to all i-ACTivists who follow Gabriel...
Action: Help spread the word and start participating!
Tell Five Friends about i-ACT: Send them to visit our website, or download and distribute this flyer. If you have a website, please consider adding a badge to our website! Join the Discussion to Stop Genocide Now at our new Forum! Click here to create an account and...
Darfur Athlete Profile: Farha, 14
Download this profile to print Farha Age: 14 Refugee in Camp Oure Cassoni Nationality: Sudanese Her Story and family Farha father was killed during the attack that destroyed her village. Sudanese government helicopters and planes broke the silence right at dawn,...
Flying over the Chadian desert
July 31, 2008 – 8:26am It will take us 1:10 minutes to fly from Abeche to Bahai. I’ve done this route a few times before, and I never get bored. The Chadian desert, although harsh and challenging, is beautiful. It is the first time that I’m here right in the middle of...
Old Friends, New Friends
The airport is quiet and calm when we enter. I’m worried about our weight, and also Bouba, who will be taking tomorrow’s flight with one of our bags. Two bags pass through and the other three, plus our two backpacks sit in the corner. A friendly face approaches, Jim!...