"My name is Hamadi Abdalla Mahitula and I spent about 15 years in the refugee camp. There were many camps in Kenya, but I spent the most time in the camp that was in Dadaab and I can talk about what problems and how much I struggled there. When I went to Kenya, I left my daughter and my mom. I went to Dadaab with my wife and son and we lived there for 3 years. One very early morning a man came to me and said that my mother and daughter were walking from Dhoobleey to Dadaab to join me. It was a 3 days walk from there with no water or food. I felt so much pain thinking about them suffering. I thought, if I don’t save them today, they might die. I gathered water in large fuel containers, cooked beans and corn to share, and packed everything in a cart. I walked for two days until I found my mother and daughter and young grandson. The boy was very dehydrated and we could only see the whites of his eyes. I thought he was dead. The women gave him urine to drink. Many of the other women were suffering so bad from dehydration that they had no urine left to give their children to drink. I passed out many cups of water to the young ones and the women. With help from other refugees and some young boys, I pushed the cart back with the women and young ones all the way to the Dadaab hospital. UNHCR gave us food and medication. Two years later, my mother died. I felt like the world came to an end, but my love for her continued.”