Alam and I were neighbors in the village. Now we are neighbors in the camp. Our families fled together. We are very close. I feel I am almost her daughter.
Johura, 21 (Balukhali Camp, Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh)
Johura, 21, is married with two children, ages 5 and 2. She makes sure her next door neighbor, Alam Baher, 30, takes her tuberculosis medicine every day. "I carried one child on my back, my husband carried the other child on his back. This is how we came. We walked for 15 days. I saw terrible things. We took no belongings with us, only our clothes and our two children. When it rained we would stop under a coconut tree. Sometimes we stopped in villages. When we arrived at the river we crossed the border and came to the camp... All we owned has been destroyed. I am happy I survived, even if it gets hot or it rains.”
Johura's journey, like many others, has been heartbreaking. But, her warmth is bringing comfort to those around her. “Alam and I were neighbors in the village. Now we are neighbors in the camp. Our families fled together. We are very close. I feel I am almost her daughter. I make sure she takes her medicine. I wash my hands first and then give her the medicine, with some water. She has to take one pill with an empty stomach in the morning. Sometimes I am late and she comes to my house to take the medicines. The community health worker trained me how to give Alam her medicines. I do this because it’s good in the eyes of God. I want to be a good human being.”