The desert had become a place where even breathing felt exhausting.
Days passed, but the situation did not improve. If anything, it became worse.
The scorching sun burned the earth from morning until evening. The wind carried fine sand that entered people's eyes, mouths, and clothes. Whatever little water remained in the settlement was distributed carefully, but it was never enough.
People were dying.
Some died quietly in their sleep, their bodies too weak to endure another day. Others collapsed while standing in the food distribution lines. Families who had arrived together were now separated by death.
The desert had turned survival into a cruel competition.
And the people were beginning to lose their humanity.
When survival became more important than family
"Give me the water!"
A woman's desperate scream echoed through the settlement.
