I came here as a journalist. I came to document, to report, to bear witness. But there are moments in this work when the distance between observer and human being collapses entirely and this is one of them.

I have watched a mother tear a single piece of flatbread into four pieces for her children and take nothing for herself. I have sat with women who have lost their homes, their neighbourhoods, sometimes their families  and who still wake up every morning trying to find food for the children in their care.

“She told me she hadn’t eaten a proper meal in four days. She was smiling so her children wouldn’t worry.”

I could not simply keep filming. So I started coordinating. I found six extraordinary local women , their own families displaced, their own lives upended who know this community, know who is most desperate, and know how to reach them safely. The situation is deteriorating faster than aid is arriving. Children are showing signs of malnutrition. Clean water is scarce. Basic medicines are nearly impossible to find. Every hour matters.