He had already survived the attack on his town, when government forces came with their machine guns rattling before dawn and sent Duany and his brothers fleeing from their beds in different directions.
His parents had both fled gunfire and flames in villages hundreds of miles apart. And it was in a refugee camp, among the other survivors, that they first met.
Martha and Nyamal
Nyamal was old enough to remember the last time the soldiers attacked their village—barging into their home in the night and killing their father as the family lay in bed.