A mother’s worst nightmare is watching her children wither away from severe malnutrition and extreme hunger. Inside our fragile tent, my children, Qamar and Omar—including my 3-month-old baby—struggle with agonizing skin rashes and harsh hunger every single day. Since my husband suffered a head injury, I have become the sole provider, but my hands are completely tied. We have no backup plan and no other escape;
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