Meet Mopida and her kids: Noralyn, 9 y.o and Jamil, 4 y.o. After the fire incident, with nowhere go, the family was forced to stay in a vacant compound utilized as an evacuation center. Hear the struggle of a mother trying to explain the situation to her questioning children. “When the fire was extinguished, my children were asking why are we staying in the evacuation compound, why aren’t we going home yet? I told them that our house was burnt. But it feels like they don’t believe my words, they want to see it themselves. So I took them to the site where our home once stood. My heart can only ache for my youngest child who keeps on crying because he wanted to go home. But there’s nothing I can do for him, we no longer have a place to call home.”

- Stories of Bangsamoro
Stories of Bangsamoro

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