A few metres away from the piles of stones that were once the first homes as you entered their small village, three men sat on a traditional woven bed.
One of them was Hayat’s cousin, Mehboob.
“When the earthquake happened, my 13-year-old…
A few metres away from the piles of stones that were once the first homes as you entered their small village, three men sat on a traditional woven bed.
One of them was Hayat’s cousin, Mehboob.
“When the earthquake happened, my 13-year-old…