"We had to sleep outside every night."
They spent a few weeks in Fangak before they were taken by plane to the capital, Juba. Since the day they fled, the three have prayed their mother is alive and that one day they will feel her warm embrace once again.
Three excited faces are glued to the windows as the wheels touch down in Malakal. The pilot hits the brakes and shortly after the siblings set foot on ground. Almost home.
In the protection of civilians (PoC) site in Malakal, Khamisa Adam puts on her best dress with green and purple batik patterns, and walks the 20 meters from her iron sheet home to the road. Friends and neighbors have already gathered and are now waiting with her under the baking sun.
Chogi, Jidu and Ferdos climb into the UNICEF car, Chogi goes in the front with me to see better. There is total silence. No one is saying anything, except for the driver reporting our movements to the radio room. Three pair of eyes peer out through the windows.