Loubna is living in a six square metre hovel on the outskirts of Beirut. She, her husband and three of their children escaped from their village following the kidnapping of one of their sons. He was tortured in front of them and, several days later, succumbed to his injuries in hospital.
The family managed to flee to Lebanon in a shared taxi, taking with them virtually no possessions. Their hovel is comprised of a modest kitchen in the corner, a bathroom, and the walls are crumbling. We have to sleep in turns,” explained the youngest child, “because there is not enough room for five people together.”
For the moment, neither her husband nor her eldest son have found work. They are surviving with the help of local charitable organizations and with the generosity of neighbours, but so often they do not have enough food. As Loubna says, “We are drinking tea without sugar, bitter, as our life has been for the last two years.”