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east coast of Sri Lanka, taken somewhere in 2005. A tamil girl stands in front of Thirrukovil Special Task Force army checkpoint. STF is controlling there the main road leadin down south on the coast and fighting Tamil Tiger guerillas, even though Tigers and Sinhalese had signed Ceasefire Agreement in 2002
Yezidi family from Shangal.
The refugee flow to the wealthy continent of Europe is just the tip of the iceberg. It's a minor crisis compared to the real refugee crisis hitting Iraq and Iraqi Kurdistan, where resources are not so plenty as in Europe. Belgium is not overwhelmed by a flood of refugees like Kurdistan. Many internal Iraqi refugees from areas which have been taken by IS flee to the Kurdish region in northern Iraq. Most refugees remain in the region, and within the sphere of influence of the conflicts of yesterday, today and tomorrow. Browse through these photos by photographer Baram Maaruf and you might get a better understanding of the scope of the "crisis" in Europe: limited and perfectly manageable. It's a not a "refugee crisis", but a crisis of "political will".
ARBAT IDP CAMP
Arbat Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) Camp is located outside the city of Sulaymaniyah in Iraq's Kurdistan Region. It is one of the most overcrowded refugee camps in Iraq. The camp was supposed to house 800 displaced Iraqi families, but now there are more than 2000 families (23.000 people). In each tent there are several families. It was established for Syrian refugees as a transit camp, but it turned into a camp for internally displaced Iraqi refugees. As the crisis in Iraq enters its second year with no political or military solution in sight, the government and aid groups are being forced to seek longer-term humanitarian solutions for the more than three million displaced by violence across the country.
ASHTI CAMP
It’s a short drive to a new camp location just five km away: Ashti Camp. UNHCR and its partners began to move residents to better-equipped facilities in June 2015. Ashti camp, was recently completed and will eventually accommodate some 1000 families who will be moved from Arbat Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) camp. They are displaced Iraqis sheltering in Iraq's Kurdistan Region. It looks like the foundation of a new village. Instead of pitched upon packed earth, tents here rest on poured concrete foundations. Plumbing is underground and electric wiring runs along poles that neatly follow the camp's grid layout.
ARBAT PERMANENT CAMP
The third refugee camp is a permanent camp for 6000 Syrian refugees, mainly Kurds from Kobani and Qamishlo. It looks like a village with paved roads, electricity wires, shops, little brick houses. Even though the whole “village” looks miserable, it is much “better” compared to Arbat Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) camp.
This little girl was born in a country that doesn't legally recognise her existence. She has no passport, no official rights and at the moment, no chance to move on to anywhere where she may find security.
Hawa, 23, was eight months pregnant when her husband was killed in the fighting in CAR. Her father and brother were also killed and her mother disappeared, leaving her completely alone. She fled and crossed into Cameroon, becoming a refugee at the Gado camp, where she gave birth to a son, Haphisi Ibrahim.
“When I arrived I didn’t have anyone,” she said. She received counseling a livelihood training from UN Women at the Safe Centre in the camp. “They sensitized and trained me on how to do a business plan at the camp.”
Photo: UN Women/Ryan Brown
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Refugiados senegaleses muçulmanos indo para celebração do aniversário de Ahmadou Bamba Mbacké (1853–1927), "Cheique de Tuubaa". Além de ser um líder religioso que estudava o Alcorão, no Senegal, Ahmadou Bamba liderou uma luta pacífica contra o colonialismo francês. - Senegalese muslim refugees going to birthday celebration of Ahmadou Bamba Mbacké (1853–1927), "Cheik of Tuubaa". Besides he was a religious leader in Senegal, Ahmadou Bambas was a Qur'anic studious and led a peaceful struggle against French colonialism. - Refugiados musulmanes senegaleses que ibam a la celebración de cumpleaños de Ahmadou Bamba Mbacké (1853-1927), "Jeque de Tuubaa". Además de ser un líder religioso que estudiaba el Corán, en Senegal, Ahmadou Bamba encabezó una lucha pacífica contra el colonialismo francés.
Novo Hamburgo, RS, Brasil
Photo: Gustavo Nardon
The lady bug seeks refuge from cold weather in this month old carnation, almost dried out but beautiful.
the posterization effect in the upper right corner is very annoying. scanned with silverfast hdr and processed in 16bit black and white. don't know why this happens ...
Basta morti nel Mar Mediterraneo. Aiutiamo i profughi.
Immagine interamente elaborata con GIMP ad eccezione della mano di mia figlia ^_^
A Rohingya refugee girl who was beaten by rifle butts of Myanmar soldiers has multiple fractures, on a bed at the 250 Bed Sadar Hospital in Cox's Bazar with her father.
After the tsunami 2004, the Sri Lankan army gathered survivors of really devasted areas in temporary camps settled by non govermental organizations close to the capital, Colombo. Two weeks after the tsunami, this government forbade adoption, even from Sri Lankans couples, in order to prevent sexual tourism. Almost two years after, one thousand people live ressourceless in wooden hutments and share a single tap in this camp located 1 km south of Colombo. Four hundred of them are children and orphans abandoned to themselves. In spite of receiving more than 130 million euros of internantional subsidies, the Sri Lankan government has not done anything so far for these people, except moving them hundreds of kilometers away from their village. Some of these abandoned children, without any security nor protection, were kidnapped and then forced to be child soldiers by the LTTE rebels leading the civil war against the goverment in the north east of the country.
Canon EOS 50, 28mm, f/4,5, Kodak Tmax 100, scan from a print.
Young boys watch over their families belongings near the reception center at the Imvepi Refugee camp on Friday, 23 June, 2017 in Northern Uganda. Recent arrivals to the camp are given temporary accommodations outside the center before receiving a designated plot of land. The fastest growing refugee crisis in the world, Uganda is now hosting now more than 1.2 million refugees. Close to 1 million of which are from South Sudan.
If this pilot project continues to receive positive feedback from beneficiaries and malnutrition rates stay within the acceptable threshold in the camps where the project is currently being tested, WFP and ECHO will aim to expand the cash intervention and implement the project in refugee camps throughout the country.
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Si ce projet pilote continue de recevoir un écho positif de la part des bénéficiaires et que les taux de malnutrition ne dépassent pas la limite acceptable dans les camps où il est expérimenté, le PAM et ECHO s'efforceront de l'étendre et d'organiser des distributions d'argent liquide dans les camps de réfugiés de tout le pays.
Photo credit: WFP/Giulio d'Adamo
Zaatari refugee camp, Jordan.
( Story by Hala Al Ayoubi )
‘It is not those who can inflict the most, but those who can suffer the most who will conquer’:
These words were spoken by Irish patriot, Terence McSweeney in 1920 when his native Ireland was being ripped apart by the War of Independence. Although directly referring to the struggle faced by his countrymen some 90 years ago McSweeney’s haunting words can be applied to the thousands forced to seek sanctuary in a Jordanian refugee camp to in order to escape Syria’s on-going internal conflict. As a native Syrian, born in Damascus, I found the graphic images of my fellow countrymen and women shown on various television news channels both disturbing and upsetting. I was so moved by their plight. I wanted to see for myself the suffering and horrors of the living in limbo scenario they now faced on a daily basis. I was literally driven by an internal emotion I had never experienced before. I simply had to see what was happening to my people. Within days my photographer and I were on our way to Jordan. What we saw and witnessed on our trip is difficult to put into words. However, it is important I do record what we saw in the hope it highlights the human tragedy that is currently the plight of the Syrian refugees – my people.
Just six miles over of the Jordan-Syria border is the UN run Zaatari refugee camp. Located in the middle of a barren, windswept desert Zaatari is the temporary home of thousands of men, women and children forced to flee their homes in Syria because of the continuing conflict. At first sight Zaatari is a desolate place. It exudes an air of isolation. Its heavy wire perimeter fencing is intimidating and immediately creates the impression of a prison. This feeling is compounded by the presence of Jordanian police and soldiers who guard main entrance to the camp. As our car pulls up guards watch us intently. Our driver takes our passports and passes to a camp official. Documents approved, we are given permission to enter Zaatari.
As we drive through the second gate the reality of Zaatari looms before us. To the left the French and Italian international field hospitals. On the right the countless rows of dust shrouded tents, home for the refugees, are draped across the harsh desert landscape. Despite the dust the letters UNHCR are clearly visible on each of the tents. As we begin to walk around the camp it is obvious the situation is really difficult. Living conditions are very basic. There is a lack of proper sanitation with people often standing in line to use toilets and bathrooms. There is barely enough water and electricity is almost non-existent. Clothing is at a premium. Food is mundane and repetitive. Dust is everywhere. Blasts of sand ravage the simple, thin tents and their occupants The swirls of suffocating sand ensure everyone in Zaatari carries a powdering of dust and grim. Residents are told on a daily basis ‘things will get better’. They never do.
As a Mum I was particularly moved by the plight of Mothers and their children living in Zaatari camp. This is not a ‘Child friendly Zone’ despite the presence of a tiny and very basic kids play area. The provision of a slide and a see-saw do little to resolve the suffering and trauma of kids who have witnessed horrendous scenes of brutality and violence in the on-going Syrian conflict. Many of these children are now mentally scarred for life! Their drawn and dusty faces say it all. Disease is also rife within the child population of Zaatari – measles and cholera top the list. Although officials plan to introduce a measles immunisation programme shortly it will do little, if anything, to relive a problem which is fast becoming a humanitarian catastrophe. The plight of Zaatari’s child population is particularly heart-breaking. They are the innocent victims of a situation they did not create. However, there is a faint glimmer of hope on the horizon for the refugee children. A hope their future will not be as desolate as their past. That hope is education. There are approximately some 4,000 children of school-age within Zaatari. The task of educating them is a considerable challenge. The majority of children have lost out on months of schooling through the violence in Syria. However, many have lost their entire families. They are totally alone and are cared for by organisations such as UNICEF and Save the Children.
When I visited Zaatari classes were held in temporary makeshift tented accommodation. The authorities plan to supply a more permanent type of classroom shortly but, in the interim kids simply have to make do with what is available. A retired teacher, now working in Zaatari told me education was vital for the refugee children. The routine of the classroom, he said, gave the children something to do on a regular basis. It also removed the biggest problem facing the kids – one of boredom. “We are not just educating these children”, he said “we are attempting to save a complete generation and give it a future”. As a Syrian and a Mother I hope that objective is achieved sooner rather than later.
As I toured the Zaatari camp it became obvious many people were too scared to talk. Despite the fact I was a fellow Syrian very few wanted to speak on camera or have their identities revealed. Although they have fled their homeland many refugees – should they return to Syria – are frightened they will be the targeted in revenge attacks by supporters of President Bashar al-Assad. There is also the very real fear members of the Syrian secret police – the Mukhabarat – are active within the Zaatari refugee camp. Fear of the Mukhabarat pervades the atmosphere of the camp. It intimidates the residents and stops the majority of them speaking out.
However, there are those who are prepared to speak on the condition their identity is protected. A mother of four told me she and her children fled Syria fearing they would be killed if they remained in the home. Although now living in the relative safety of Zaatari she told me she how longed to return to her own country: ‘Life in the camp is killing us. It’s unbearable. Dirt and dust are everywhere. We live, sleep and eat the dust. This is not life. It’s barely an existence’.
‘I just want to go back. Go back to my home, that’s all I want but, there is nothing there now. They destroyed everything in my town. What can we do? We have to stay here. We have nowhere else to go’.
Abdul and his family have been in Zataari for 27 days. He told me they fled their home in Syria to escape the constant bomb attacks and killings: ‘All my family is here, my wife and children. We had to leave. To stay in our home was too dangerous. People I knew were killed in the bomb attacks. If we had stayed we would have died’.
‘Getting to Jordan was difficult. But we had to get away from Bashar’s bombs. My wife and I just ran, we ran with our kids. We just took them and ran’.
‘But we are living like animals now. Conditions are really bad here. We have no clothes, food is always the same and we have very little water. Just look at us, look at my children. They are living in a tent and sleeping on the ground.’
With winter looming large on the horizon Zaatari’s residents will face additional problems in their struggle to survive. The desert is already very cold at night. With temperatures due drop to around freezing point in the next few weeks there is now a race against time to ensure the camp is properly prepared for the colder weather. Prime objectives for the Camp authorities are the distribution of heaters, thermal, blankets and the insulation of the refugees tented accommodation.
Abdul fear the arrival of the freezing winter weather: ‘We don’t know what it will be like in the winter. Will we get blankets and heaters – we just don’t know. How can little children survive the winter living in a tent. This is no way for them to live. When it gets cold and rains then it will be miserable here ’.
There is clearly a growing feeling within Zaatari’s refugee population that ‘Nobody cares about us’. A belief exists that until the world recognises and helps those interned behind the wire and barriers the suffering will continue and get worse. Actions do speak louder than words. However, words are cheap but human aid expensive!
Zaatari is meant to be a place of refuge for the countless displaced Syrians. However, the camp is quickly becoming the venue for escalating tensions between the refugees and their hosts, the Jordanians. Tensions which have already exploded into violence which has seen tents set on fire and property damaged in protests over living condition. Those tensions will increase and the prospect of further violence remains strong if living conditions do not improve drastically.
Refugees living in Zaatari are human beings. They are individuals with names, personalities and unique personal stories to tell. They are also my fellow countrymen and women. Until recently they were able to work, earn a living and support their families. Now their lives have been changed irrevocably through the violence in Syria. All these people want is to have their voices heard. To be acknowledge and accepted as people and not to be portrayed as parasites living off the Jordanian system. Above all they just want to go back to their homes in Syria and live their lives. Sadly, at this time and for the foreseeable future that is impossible.
As I left Zaatari Terrence McSweeney’s words: ‘It is not those who can inflict the most, but those who can suffer the most who will conquer’ flooded through my mind. Those words proved correct in respect of the people of Ireland. I believe these very same words do and will apply to the Syrian refugees in Zaatari. My hope is it the suffering they now endure on a daily basis will be short lived. Unlike my fellow countrymen and women I have been able to escape the suffering that is Zaatari refugee camp.
Hala Al Ayoubi.
Model Megan Breese
Dress: Jasper Conran at Debenhams
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us.
I did this shoot with English Rose, 5 year old Megan, dressing her in fashionable clothes by known labels, hoping her look may make people see differently. A "normal" looking white middle class child. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of her death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you? Honestly?
A woman with her three small daughters is sitting on a cart with a few belongings. A young woman, possibly an older daughter, sits on the other side of the cart, wearing good clothes and holding a decorated hat. People did not always save very practical possessions.
[Original reads: 'OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPH TAKEN ON THE BRITISH WESTERN FRONT IN FRANCE. A refugee picture.' The wife of the mayor of Buverchy wrote of 1918, 'I had only my daughter of thirteen. I started with her and a wheelbarrow. On it were the town records.']
Sculpture in Chichester Cathedral. I've taken a number of images of this haunting sculpture, can't seem to pass it by without doing so.
Model Megan Breese
Dress: Jasper Conran at Debenhams
Hat: Ebay
34,361 and rising - this is Europe's migrant bodycount as at June 2018. (according to Dutch NGO, United for Intercultural Action, as reported in the Guardian).
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Pictures of drowned children, dusky skinned and dressed in "refugee" clothes are easy now to overlook. They look different, they are somebody's else's children, removed a few degrees from our own by colour and fashion to make us more unpitying to their plight. Their deaths somehow just don't quite register the same on most of us.
I did this shoot with English Rose, 5 year old Megan, dressing her in fashionable clothes by known labels, hoping her look may make people see differently. A "normal" looking white middle class child. I've got no doubt I will get criticised for these images. Bad taste, sick, urgh, what was her mother thinking letting her kids pose for these shots. Oooh the concept of her death to us is shocking, distasteful, heartbreaking. Like all children's deaths * should * be - which is my point, it could be ANYBODY'S CHILD.
By the way, I don't believe an open door policy to economic migrants is wise, especially not to a country whose Benefits and Health system is limping along awaiting imminent collapse, but whatever one thinks or doesn't think of the politics of migration, it's hard not to sympathise for those striving for better living standards only to lose their lives or their children's lives at sea. I can't blame them - I'd do exactly the same in their shoes - wouldn't you? Honestly?