Born in Uganda with HIV/AIDS, Hannifah lost her mother when she was only one month old. She was a very sickly child, always being taken to hospital and her father considered her a burden.Continue Reading ›
When Silveria left her hometown in the Peruvian Andes, she and four of her children climbed into a truck and took the long trip toward Lima. Her husband had abandoned them three years prior.Continue Reading ›
When Jenny became an adolescent, she faced early motherhood, conceiving her first child before she was 15. Inexperienced as a mother — and emotionally and financially unstable -– she sought refuge in alcohol.
Malaria, nearly non-existent in many other Caribbean countries, remains the third-leading cause of death among children under 5 in Haiti. Haiti lacks the public health, sanitation and human resources needed to deliver crucial preventive health and medical services to the population.
On graduation day, families celebrated not only their completion of the Child Survival Program, but also the end of the most vulnerable time in their children’s lives.
For Ethiopians, the coffee ceremony is an important social event that brings people of the family or community together. Many people are drawn not only to the coffee itself, but also to the long and beautiful ceremony that gives people a chance to communicate and share ideas.
There are so many studies on the brain and so much can be confusing. But one thing is certain — our brains are amazing and what happens when we are young impacts our futures exponentially.
Both Saroj and her unborn baby were in serious condition, and it seemed certain only one of them could survive. Her family members took her to three different hospitals, and every doctor had only the same words to say.
The people who suffer the most from extreme poverty are children. These children are the reason why we need to speak up for those who are unable to speak for themselves.
Five mothers met with our staff to answer questions about their families, the economy of their town and their hopes and dreams about the Child Survival Program. One of those mothers was Zulma.
As the woman shared her tragedy through her tears, the implementer handed her the plastic bag that was in her hand. Inside was a chicken, ready to be cooked.
Dhanush would bang his head hard on the ground and pound his fists against the hard cement ground. For our staff and for his mother, Indrani, it was heartache.