I've worked in war zones for over a decade, this moment haunts me

I've worked in war zones for over a decade, this moment haunts me

When I step into the children’s ward at Bashaer Hospital in Khartoum, a few cries pierce through, but most of the little bodies on the beds lie still. On one of the narrow beds, a young mother named Touma cradles her daughter. Three-year-old Masajed does not move. Her limbs are skeletal, her lips cracked. Touma looks up at me, her eyes wide and empty, as if she has cried everything dry. “I wish she would cry,” she says. “She hasn’t cried in days…