His name was Al-Tayeb Al-Hadi Ahmed. He was 16 years old. Both his parents were dead. He was raising five younger siblings. He owed two measures of sesame and four sacks of sorghum. He went looking for work near the Sudanese-Egyptian border. He never came home. His final words to his siblings? “I forgive you, and I am pleased with you. Please forgive me, too.” Even as he lay dying, he worried about repaying the sesame he owed. Sixteen years old. Five younger siblings. A debt measured in sesame. This is what war and displacement have done to Sudan’s children. Robbed them of their childhoods, forced them to carry unimaginable burdens, and, in Al-Tayeb’s case, stolen their lives. May Allah grant him Jannah and protect the five children he leaves behind. Remember his name. Remember Sudan. #KeepEyesOnSudan #TalkAboutSudan