At 11 a.m. the school day ended, and about 40 meters away from the school, while the girls were flocking back to their homes, a military squad vehicle affiliated to the 9th Giants Brigade (following UAE- backed Joint Forces in the West Coast) came rushing as usual, and did not wait or slow down..

In the heart of Saleef port in Saleef district of Hodeidah, the Yemen International Company silos are located, with no less than 200 workers, struggling with the hardships of everyday life and contributing to maintaining activity and production in the governorate.

the territory that used to export food after their lands was replete with harvest, today they are turning their fields of grain and corn and plantations of coffee into cemeteries and graveyards.

Financial burdens had their toll on the teacher. His children demanded their school needs from him. He in turn promised them that he would provide them, but the money was never available.

It was our first trip on this road since it was closed due to the war in early 2015, and it took us three to four hours to travel. As we were moving, our eyes continued to gaze upon the devastation and destruction that the war had left on the sides of the road...

"I still lament the last time I embraced him as I was looking at his mother's tears and the intensity of her prayers that she used to recite since he left home on his journey until he arrived at the country of his destination."

“At about ten in the morning, a number of armed men came to my cell. They took me and put me in a security patrol car that was parked in front of the Criminal Investigation Department and took me to the Central Prison in the governorate.

“The chief of the police station and his assistants beat my husband in front of me with a stick and slapped him in the face. His eyes were swollen and surrounded by bruises and blue circles, and his face was bleeding...

The armed boy asked the driver to pull the bus over to the side of the road and hand him the ID cards. My friend gave him his work card (which belongs to his employer) instead of his personal card. The boy took his card and asked him, “What is this card? Is there no other with you?” My friend replied, “I only have this.” The boy fell silent and allowed us to continue.

I called my brother and woke him up to get ready, for he would be my companion on this trip. The driver called me and told me that he was waiting for me by the library on the main street. I left my room and said goodbye to my mother. This trip was both to attend a training course and to receive my treatment.