Open letter from Marta Kaliba:
Dear world,
I have been at the hospital for three weeks, watching over my eight-year-old son and my five-year-old daughter, both suffering from malnutrition. They are not the same as I remember them back in our home city of Khartoum, Sudan. They are receiving special food and medicines, and a doctor checks their vital signs many times a day.
Our lives changed in April. We were a family of eight living in Khartoum. I was at home caring for my six children, and my husband was earning enough as a construction worker. My youngest was a baby who I still breastfed. Needless to say, our home was full, and children were running and playing all over the place. Everything was okay until we heard the bombs and gunshots; neighbours and people we knew were dying.
![Image of Marta Kaliba, MSF patient in Sudan, South Sudan.](/sites/default/files/styles/image_mobile/public/images/MSF_Patient_Marta%20Kalibe_MSB170583%28High%29.jpg?itok=pSaUofO6)
As a family, we decided to leave. My husband stayed behind, and my six children and I embarked on a journey to South Sudan, the country we had originally migrated from. We took a bus, and from one displacement camp to another, we started moving.
As we arrived in Alagaya camp within Sudan, the children started to fall sick; they had measles. The baby was the first to get a fever; after one week, the three-year-old and later the nine-year-old one. They died.
I had to bury my three children far from home. Far from anyone they knew. Far from where we were going.
![Doctors Without Boders/MSF, Tents at Transit Centre in Renk, Sudan.](/sites/default/files/styles/image_mobile/public/images/MSF_Conditions%20in%20Sudan_MSB170597_Medium.jpg?itok=IWOjXlgg)
Many families here struggle for food and water. Hardly anyone has a proper shelter.Marta Kaliba, Mother.
As I continued my journey to South Sudan, I arrived at Renk, where I discovered that my eight-year-old son and my five-year-old daughter were malnourished. The change in food, the long journey and the grief have been hard for me and my family. I have lost three children, and the other two are fighting for their lives.
Every day at the hospital, I find the strength to look after them. I cook what I can with the other mothers who also have their children at the hospital. We sit under a tree. The other children play; they climb trees, and I can't wait for my children to be among them. Many families here struggle for food and water. Hardly anyone has a proper shelter.
![MSF, Sudan - South Sudan conflict. Makeshift tents in Renk, South Sudan.](/sites/default/files/styles/image_mobile/public/images/MSF_Makeshift%20tents%20in%20South%20Sudan_MSB170599.jpg?itok=vDkS348q)
As soon as my children feel better, my husband will join us, and we will continue our journey, maybe to Malakal. I will try to contact my extended family in South Sudan, but I am uncertain of the future. We would need a lot of courage and help to survive during the coming difficult days to start a new life in South Sudan.
My house will still be half full.
Your fellow human being,
Marta Kaliba