10-05-2025
Even as a war-hardened reporter, seeing your home defiled is horrific
My bedroom in Sudan was a refuge. A quiet space with dark curtains, lit by the dim lights draped around the painting above my low Japanese-style bed. I would collapse onto that bed and get under the covers to escape the demands of the roaring world. The anxious job hunt after university. The chaos and violence on the streets of Khartoum during the 2019 revolution. The family arguments that made me storm into the room in anger and then come out to make peace.
Many of the experiences I had outside that room became formative only after I processed them safely within it. But one day, when I was not there, the world crashed in uninvited.
Two years ago, war broke out in Sudan. The
