The Girl from the Sahara and Hannah Arendt

Nana (right, dressed in yellow) plays with other children in the Sahara.Nana Burhah Nan

When I had my first daughter, I did not know how to breastfeed.

The day he was born in the hospital room there was Nana, a sixteen-year-old Saharawi girl who has been part of my chosen family since she landed in Madrid with only seven.

That night, Nana arrived at the hospital directly from the camps with almost twenty hours of travel in the body.

He came from visiting his mother and sisters.

His hands and arms were tattooed with henna and he had not yet removed his melhfa, the traditional dress.

I was obsessed with the baby not eating and the nurses had only made me feel ...

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