Salva Dut felt like he was walking through fire.
It was late 1985 in Sudan, a country in northeastern Africa. A civil war had engulfed the nation, and like thousands of others, 11-year-old Salva had fled his homeland to escape the fighting. Now Salva and his uncle Jewiir [juh-WEER] were part of a group trekking hundreds of miles toward a refugee camp in the neighboring country of Ethiopia.
But to reach it, they would first have to cross the punishing Akobo desert.
In every direction, flat, dusty land stretched as far as Salva could see. The sun’s heat was so intense that the air was painful to breathe. After weeks of walking, Salva’s shoes had been worn to scraps—so now he walked barefoot, the ground like burning-hot coals on the soles of his feet.
Suddenly, searing pain shot through Salva’s foot. In his exhaustion, he had stubbed his toe against a rock, tearing off the nail. Finally, it was all too much. Tears sprang to Salva’s eyes, and his pace slowed, as if his batteries were running out.
Powerless to call for help, Salva fell behind his uncle and the rest of the group. It seemed his journey might end there—alone, in the middle of the desert, under the harsh and unblinking eye of the sun.
Salva Dut felt like he was walking through fire.
It was 1985 in Sudan, a country in northeastern Africa. A civil war had engulfed the nation. Like thousands of others, 11-year-old Salva had fled his homeland to escape the fighting. Now Salva and his uncle Jewiir [juh-WEER] were part of a group walking hundreds of miles. They were headed toward a refugee camp in Ethiopia, a neighboring country.
But first, they had to cross the Akobo desert.
Flat, dusty land stretched as far as Salva could see. The sun’s heat was so intense that the air was painful to breathe. After weeks of walking, Salva’s shoes had been worn to scraps. Now he walked barefoot. The ground felt like burning-hot coals.
Suddenly, searing pain shot through Salva’s foot. He had stubbed his toe against a rock, tearing off the nail. Finally, it was all too much. Tears sprang to Salva’s eyes. His pace slowed.
Salva fell behind his uncle and the rest of the group. It seemed his journey might end there—alone, in the middle of the desert, under the harsh sun.