My father is still very tired. My brother Ahmed took him outside the tent for a little while so he could get some fresh air. He was extremely exhausted, but we are always trying to comfort him and stay by his side. This is life, and I have to keep going and move forward. There are many things that are beyond my control, but I’m trying to endure and stay strong.
The tent has become like an unbearable oven. We are literally under the direct sun, and the heat inside is beyond anything we can describe. This is the least I can say about what we are living through every day.
