No adult could bear this. Five-year-old Salomon had no choice.

We can nourish the body, heal wounds, and chase away illnesses. Local medicine can do a lot, but it can’t cure sadness—that takes months. This is the price Salomon must pay for his survival. Seeing such a resigned five-year-old breaks our hearts.

Salomon’s parents are sick, so he set off on a 30-kilometer journey through the mountains with his teenage sister. Someone in their village recommended our center. This isn’t the first time children from distant areas have come to us, knowing they will find help here. They seem to have arrived just in time—the wounds on his legs show that his body was already beginning to give up.

These are the children of war. Going out to the fields means risking landmine explosions—such accidents happen daily. If food can’t be obtained from a kind neighbor, tough decisions must be made. Who will take the risk today? Who can the family manage without? These are choices we can’t imagine making.

Salomon is with us now, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely safe. Hunger is a sneaky enemy—it lulls you into a false sense of security before striking. It only takes one malaria-carrying mosquito. We are nourishing Salomon, racing against time—every infection poses a deadly threat. Will you fight for him with us?