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Jamil, Age 12
“The Janjaweed came on camels and horses, very fast. Sometimes two on one camel,
with guns. Many soldiers, with guns. This one is a machine gun. They were shooting
us.”
In the same exercise book, Jamil had drawn a man with a radio transmitter, drawn larger than the man: “We needed help. There was no one to protect us.”
