A few metres away from the piles of stones that were once the first homes as you entered their small village, three men sat on a traditional woven bed.
One of them was Hayat’s cousin, Mehboob.
“When the earthquake happened, my 13-year-old son Nasib Ullah was sleeping next to me. I woke up, got out of bed, and started looking for the torch. Then, suddenly, the whole room moved from the falling rocks. When I tried to reach my son, the wall and the floor slid down, and I couldn’t catch…
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