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Magda, Age 9
“We were running from the burning houses. Janjaweed and soldiers with
guns and planes and bombs came, all together, quickly. They were shooting…my
uncle was shot. I saw them taking women and girls away. All of us—my
family—we
were screaming and running from the Janjaweed to hide in the wadi [riverbed
or oasis]…holding each other by the arms to keep together. Here in camp
we are safe, but my father…he was lost.”
