have unity, tradition, religion, and only strive for peace. There is little industry and a .
startling number of the best minds and skilled hands have gone toward the Arab world for .
oil and money. The article goes on to describe lands bombed and strafed. People live .
in stick frame homes with grass for roofs, or in shelters made from mud. The .
land has been destroyed from war. Armed men guard trucks loaded with sacks of rice .
and flour. They are protecting themselves from troops fighting to take over their land, .
their food, and their identity. After first reading this article and looking at the photos, I .
felt empathy for the Somalian people. I read heart wrenching stories about the plagues .
and the lack of medical attention. Somolians were dying from food shortages at a rapid .
pace. The death of 700 Somalian children were recorded in just three months! Refugees .
were living on little more than 1,000 calories a day, about half the normal daily .
requirement. My immediate reaction to this article was, how can I possibly help these .
people? Why are we not doing more for them? .
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I chose two photographs to examine. The first is a photo of a tiny baby held .
in a man's hands. "This month old infant held by a Red Cross worker. The boy's .
relatives kept him barely alive on a diet of sugar and water after his mother died giving .
birth. By the time he was brought to the clinic, severe malnutrition had taken too great a .
toll, and the boy soon died" (Jordan, page 760-761). At first glance, I noticed how tiny .
this child was in those huge hands. He is dirty and covered in red and purple sores. It is .
a colour photo so vibrant, it made me feel like I could almost touch him. I felt as though .
I could nearly reach out to this child, feed him, cloth him, love him and save his life. .
This picture appealed to my senses, touching me because it is so realistic (Lutz, Collins, .
page 70). However, on a more in depth examination of the picture, I questioned .
