Women on the frontlines of a dying land

Women on the frontlines of a dying land

In a forgotten stretch of the world where forest once breath and rivers once sang, a group of women stands tall, though their feet are weary and their throats dry.They are like shepherds on a sun-scorched hill, pleading with the heavens for mercy, as the earth that once nurtured them crumbles beneath the weight of bulldozers and greed.The search for food has become tough. The soil is thin and dry, the rivers murky. Once abundant gardens have wit…