A scene from Hajar al-Aswad in southern Damascus:

A 10-year-old girl explains, as she and her brother search through grit for scraps:

People threw bread here. Look how much we get and there is still more on the ground.

If we had received any (aid), we would not have come to select and eat bread….

We are living with the water soup, the spices soup, the noodle soup….

No one is with us. We have only God.