The screeching of wood pulleys welcomed them from afar. As they approached the well, they saw three donkeys attached together, pulling ropes…
By Ariane Kirtley
My name tells my story: Ariane Alzhara Kirtley. Like Ariane in Greek mythology, I endeavor to help lead others to safety. Like Alzhara flowers, I blossomed in the wondrous Saharan wastelands. And in the footsteps of my family Kirtley — “over those hills” in Old Gaelic – I am driven by a compulsion to walk, seeking new adventures, discoveries and meaning. After obtaining a Bachelors in Anthropology and a Master of Public Health from Yale, I founded Amman Imman: Water is Life to help Africa’s indigenous populations. I am also the mother of Fassely, Soriya, and Indima. Similarly to how my parents raised my brother and me, we travel the globe as a family.
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The girls finally left around 5 AM. They were so accustomed to journeying at night, that they knew their home territory even…
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At four in the morning, Mouheini felt a hand rocking her gently. “Wake up, my daughter, I’ve prepared your donkey.” Her father,…
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Mouheini wanted to be out in the dry marshland, sitting under the shade of the acacia trees with her girlfriends, playing games,…
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Sadouan sat underneath a goat-hide tent, braiding her daughter Mouheini’s hair. The air inside was stifling. It was early May, with temperatures…
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Where is your father? I must see him,” Binta asked the children. Just at that moment, she lifted her head, and saw…
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Days became indistinguishable from one another. Gotchi had no sense of how long it had been since they had left their village.…
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Gotchi felt numb. She thought achingly of Satchi. Without money, she lost all hope of seeing her beloved friend again. She thought…
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After many months of wandering, Binta and Gotchi saved enough money to return home. They traveled back to the big city; Gotchi…
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After almost a month squatting in the mosquito-infested market, Binta abruptly announced, “It’s time for us to leave. Now we will go…
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