The sweet little faces of two Afghan children who have seen too much have been swimming before my eyes recently.
With gut-wrenching stories of kids starving to death hitting the headlines, I can’t help but wonder about their fate.
At just seven, Maha* dreamt of becoming a doctor. She’d witnessed so much pain and suffering in her short life after fleeing her home, that she wanted to help other children.
Then there was a bubbly boy called Amir*, 5, who engulfed me in a hug when I entered a child friendly space in Kabul. He’d never met me before – but immediately grabbed my hand and showed me a drawing of friends he’d left behind.