Mohammed Rabbi works in a small carpentry shop in an alley in downtown Dhaka, Bangladesh’s capital. The 20-year-old had been suffering from coughs for months.
Ammar Mohammad Abu-Adel started smoking as a young man in Iraq, where he worked delivering bread every day starting at 6 AM. When he developed a bad cough, he thought nothing of it.
Dalal Mohammad has dark, warm eyes and a long thin face framed by a navy blue headscarf. She has seen a lot, and the wrinkles around her eyes run deep.
Svetlana met Alexander in the TB hospital ward in the western Belarus city, Grodno. Perhaps not the typical setting for a love story. But every love story starts somewhere.
“I remember that day very clearly because we did not celebrate Eid. We fled the village in our home in Myanmar just before the evening prayers. We left with no belongings, we only took the children. We did not even close the door of our house.”