The streets are free of debris as it is piled up in places where wooden structures were reduced to rubble. It’s hard to tell what was a building from what is simply trash, tied together in messy fashion by downed power lines. It looks like angry art on a canvas of debris.

The deafening sound of silence in what was once a bustling, crowded, vibrant seaside town, lingers in the air and fills the void. I haven't seen even one stray dog. Not one johncrow flying overhead. Just a single man with a shopping bag, something he seems to have picked up from a donation center, walking carefully through the deserted street. His head held down, shoulder bent from the weight of the world. Tears roll down my face as I stare at the sea through the gaping hole

Children going hungry is unacceptable for us so we help by providing food and give the unskilled father work when we can...

Navigating roadblocks from David airport, while praying to make it home in a reasonable time, we studied the landscape from the back of a...