• Waiting for
flower. At the refugee camp where an aid agency handed out flour, a
mass of burka covered women waited for their names to be called. No faces could
be seen, except for one fleeting moment when a girl, hovering between childhood
and adulthood, took hers off to look at something more closely. As evening fell,
a golden dusty light bathed the tents and reed matting with a splendor that hid
every sign of suffering, for a moment.
•
Waiting for flower. At the refugee camp where an aid agency handed
out flour, a mass of burka covered women waited for their names to be called. No
faces could be seen, except for one fleeting moment when a girl, hovering
between childhood and adulthood, took hers off to look at something more
closely. As evening fell, a golden dusty light bathed the tents and reed matting
with a splendor that hid every sign of suffering, for a
moment.