"If I deliver the baby now, I want to give it to you to take to America." These were the words of a very pregnant woman from Darfur whom I interviewed on a recent mission to a refugee camp in Chad. What would propel a woman to give up her own flesh and blood, which she nurtured in her own body the past 9 months? It did not seem to matter that I had only known her for a few minutes. Was it desperation or was it love?
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