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Hasha and Khajia

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With no cover from the sun, beads of sweat immediately start to build on my forehead and chest. I am sitting cross-legged on a woven mat, with two Little Ripples female cooks. We are in the home compound of a Little Ripples Pond in refugee camp Goz Amer, eastern Chad.

Just a few feet away, under the shade of the Little Ripples Pond, 50 boys and girls are singing, playing, and learning. The cooks, Hasha and Khajia, sit within view of a pot of lentils cooking on the fire—the morning meal for Little Ripples students. Khajia’s baby boy, her first child, sits on her lap. Hasha’s young daughter keeps a close distance from her. And I try to pay no mind to the heat.