"My name is Amine. I live here in Bussiya. For 25 years, I have been fighting the same battle, living in the same tent. The drought never leaves us. Last year, I lost the few goats I had left. Yet, I have not abandoned my homeland. I believe that one day we will live a better life. I pray every day for my children. I want them to have a brighter future.

Arbi, my youngest daughter, is my greatest supporter. Each day, her tiny feet walk miles with me. It breaks my heart but also fills me with pride. The nearest water source is four hours away. Rain graces us only three times a year. So, every morning, we set out early. Together, Arbi and I cross rocky paths and sandy hills. The sun burns above us, but we have no other choice.

Arbi is always patient. At her tender age, she has become my greatest strength. Even when she's tired, she never complains. Along the way, we sometimes pause to rest in the shade. Seeing her happiness when we finally reach the water is worth everything. When she splashes water on her face with her tiny hands, I feel a bit of relief. But I know this joy is fleeting. We still have hours of walking ahead to return home.

Sometimes, I don't want to believe how unforgiving this land can be. But this is our home. Arbi and I share the water with our animals. Like us, they also depend on it. The water source is dwindling, and life gets harder every day. But I don't lose hope because, as a mother, I know I must stay strong for my children.

As we walk, we witness the sunrise and sunset. The sun accompanies our steps. When we reach the water and see the joy on Arbi’s face, it reminds me that these hardships will one day end. Our story may be the story of millions living here, but I believe that at the end of this struggle, there is a light... And I continue to live with faith in that light."