Like every other day, Mariam's deft hands fold paper into stars, birds, teddies; ready to be shipped to another part of the world where they'll adorn a Christmas home. A fistful of rice boils. Mariam's three starving children wait with slivers of onion and salt; eyeing the pot. She smiles, cuddles them; ignores her hunger as she struggles to finish off the batches.
Like every other Christmas, Mariam wouldn't mind not having fairy lights or paper stars. Instead, she'll have some money to buy a fulfilling meal for them, and a little time to bask in their love!
Like every other Christmas, Mariam wouldn't mind not having fairy lights or paper stars. Instead, she'll have some money to buy a fulfilling meal for them, and a little time to bask in their love!
