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My daughter was taken by the militia. I don't know if she has been made one of their women or if she's dead. She was very beautiful. One of my brothers has a photo of her – he doesn't live in this camp but sometimes I go to look at it.

I used to live next door to a church surrounded by orange trees. My house was built of brick, the floor was cobbled and the walls were painted different colours.

A group from our village went back to check how things were and they found it had been completely burned down. They saw the body of my little sister. She hadn't been able to run away because she was heavily pregnant. The militia split her belly open and killed the baby.

My husband left me before the triplets were born. I don't know who their father is because I was raped by five men. I don't hide what happened to me. If you keep it inside you make yourself ill.

I don't have a future and I don't have a past. In the past my husband and I had a house with six rooms, a generator and a television. But it's been burned down. My children suffer from malnutrition and at night they sleep top-to-tail because there is so little room. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll go crazy.

Bernadette
Bulengo IDP camp, DRC
Lac Vert IDP camp, DRC
Faida
Regina
Lac Vert IDP camp, DRC
Bulengo IDP camp, DRC
Saidati
Simire
Lac Vert IDP camp, DRC
Sindh province, Pakistan
Hemi

When I think about home, I think it should be somewhere solid and sustainable. Somewhere we won't be forced to move from.

When the clouds gather we worry we'll lose our crop of wheat.

Haryoo
Sindh province, Pakistan