Under the Tindouf sky, every encounter carries the weight and grace of a story. That of Salamha, a Sahrawi woman born in 1962 who arrived at the Awserd camp in 1975, is a true poem of resilience.

What struck me most in Awserd was the incredible human choreography that unfolds at every food distribution. Behind each sack of rice, each box of supplies, lies a logistical chain of daunting complexity—and vital necessity.

The Bond That Carries UsOn the road to Tindouf, two small hands sought each other, found each other, and never wanted to let go again.This simple gesture speaks the essential truth: in the heart of adversity, life chooses life.