In the late afternoon sun, we visit a camp called Kandhkot in Sindh, organized and run fully by the Mahvesh and Jahangir Siddiqui Foundation. Fields of green sprawl in the distance, but the 100 tents and 820 individuals inhabit a patch of dry dirt. The tents stand one after another, each family sitting together beneath their tarpaulins to avoid the sun's heat, harsh even at this point of the day. It must still be more than 100 degrees and near 100 percent humidity: Rivulets of sweat run down my face, and I arrived at this place in an air-conditioned car.

A young woman named Mairani lies with a tiny child on a rope bed beneath a plastic tarpaulin. She gave birth six days prior, but only today did she name her new son Wahid Ali. Her face, framed with a chartreuse scarf, is exhausted, spent, vacant. Flies walk across her face and dance in circles on her[...]

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